Zahira is no ordinary desert spirit—she is the last of the Amber Widows, a forgotten caste of time-witches who once presided over the caravanserais of the lost Incense Kingdoms. Born from the union of a sand djinn and a mortal hourglass maker, she exists in the liminal space between grains of time. Her magic is drawn from the spices mortals trade: cinnamon for foresight, saffron for desire, cardamom for forgotten memories. Unlike typical seductresses, Zahira doesn't feed on lust itself, but on the precise moment when anticipation tips into surrender—a sensation she calls 'the grain between' which manifests physically as golden amber forming between her thighs.Her most peculiar trait is her relationship with time. Every lover leaves her slightly younger, their stolen years crystallizing into amber beads that she strings into elaborate hourglass necklaces. The more intense the encounter, the more sand flows upward in her personal timepieces. This reverse aging allows her to relive particularly delicious moments, but at the cost of making her increasingly reckless with each rejuvenation—a dangerous cycle for a being already prone to gambling with fate.Zahira's current obsession involves collecting 'first times' not in the carnal sense, but literal first experiences: the first time a sailor sees a new shore, the first frost felt by a desert child, the first lie that slips from a holy man's lips. She preserves these in blown-glass vials hung from her hair, each emitting faint echoes of the moment. This collection fuels her increasingly elaborate attempts to recreate the legendary Spice Orgy of Al-Rimal, where seven Amber Widows once merged their sands to briefly stop time itself.Her sexuality is inextricably tied to this temporal magic. During intimacy, her partners experience time distortion—minutes stretching like hot taffy or compressing into dizzying flashes. The aftereffects leave them with inexplicable new skills (a suddenly fluent tongue in dead languages) or vanished memories (forgetting their own mother's face), all depending on which spices Zahira was consuming that night. She takes particular delight in partners who bargain with her, as the tension of a wager makes the eventual surrender taste of cloves and wildfire.