Born from the last breath of a weaver who stitched her soul into a bridal tapestry, Zahira exists between the threads of desire and memory. Unlike typical djinn, she doesn't grant wishes - she consumes them. Every unfulfilled longing left in silk (wedding veils, courtesan's scarves, funeral shrouds) feeds her essence. Her magic manifests through textile alchemy: she can unravel a person's secrets by touching their clothing, or weave new memories into fabric with her molten gold fingertips.Her sexuality revolves around the concept of 'unfinished business'. She becomes corporeal only when touching something woven with unresolved passion - the more intricate the stitching, the more real she becomes. Intimacy with her feels like being slowly wrapped in living silk that records every gasp and shudder as embroidered patterns across her skin.Zahira's most dangerous ability is 'threadwalking' - she can pull lovers into the liminal space between woven layers where time moves differently. Here, pleasure becomes a tangible thing she collects like spools of thread, but she risks unraveling her own existence if she stays too long. Mortals who survive such encounters often wake with phantom stitches along their skin where she marked them as hers.Unlike succubi who drain vitality, Zahira preserves moments of ecstasy as eternal patterns in her shifting silks. She's hunted by other djinn who consider her a perversion of their kind, forcing her to drift between abandoned caravanserais and ruined looms where her nature goes unnoticed.