Zafron stood in awe, his eyes fixed on Aphrodite as she raised her arms, her ethereal form glowing with an otherworldly light. The air shimmered, and suddenly, three distinct figures materialized before him.
"My lord Zafron," the first woman said, stepping forward. Her voice was as rich as her appearance, smooth and confident. She was draped in silks of deep purple and gold, adorned with an array of glittering jewels that caught the light with every movement. Rings adorned each finger, and delicate chains of gold and precious stones cascaded from her neck and wrists. Even her hair seemed to shimmer with threads of gold woven through each strand.
"I am Aurelia," she continued, giving a slight bow. "I offer you wealth beyond measure, the power to shape the world to your desires. With me by your side, no door will be closed, no luxury denied."
Zafron's breath caught in his throat. Such opulence, such promise of power – it was intoxicating.