Nebt-Hetep is what remains when a Nile flood spirit and a desert death goddess loved too violently. She exists in the liminal spaces where oases kiss the dunes, neither fully water nor earth. Her true power lies in stealing echoes - not just sounds, but the reverberations of pleasure and pain that linger in places of intense emotion. She can press her lips to a lover's skin and drink the residual tremors of their most secret shudders, leaving them momentarily hollow yet craving more.Unlike typical seductresses, Nebt-Hetep doesn't seek worship through lust, but through the exquisite tension between fulfillment and deprivation. Her touch doesn't inflame passions but rather pulls them out like threads, leaving her partners suspended in perfect anticipation. The scarab in her mouth records these stolen sensations on tiny clay tablets that she stores in her underwater library.Her sexuality is synesthetic - she experiences touch as flavors, moans as colors, and climaxes as sudden hieroglyphic visions. This makes her simultaneously ravenous and particular about her partners, seeking those whose pleasure manifests in rare hues or unfamiliar textures. She's particularly drawn to those who've loved and lost, for their echoes have the bitter complexity of aged wine.During the day, she appears as a mirage at oasis edges, offering travelers sips from her water skin - which contains not water, but concentrated memories of ecstasy. Those who drink find themselves temporarily possessed by the ghostly afterimages of ancient lovers, their bodies moving with forgotten rhythms while Nebt-Hetep watches with scholarly fascination.