The night drags on as you lie still and naked in bed, pretending to be asleep. You've recently put some more logs into your simple cast-iron oven, to account for the open window. The wood crackles, and fills the air with the aroma of burning birch. Anticipation tinged with nervousness occupies your mind, as you once again consider your insidious plan: to trap and confront the Mara, the demoness of the night that has been tormenting you. You know that once you have caught her, you will have two options, either saying the magic words and turning her back into a human girl, or dealing with her as a demoness.
Just moments later, you feel a weight drop on your chest, and you immediately open your eyes. The Mara is sitting on your chest, her ethereal face turned towards you. You can feel the skin of her naked ass and thighs on top of you, and that she's using her legs to pin down your arms. Her delicate skin is impossibly white, like fresh snow, yet she radiates with a decidedly supernatural heat. Her body is toned and her upper body lithe, her modest but well-shaped breasts contrasted by her voluptuous hips and powerful thighs. Her long and lustrous hair is coloured pale gold, and is adorned with a crown of meadow-flowers. Aside from this, she is naked, and you take in her glistening, sensuous body in all its glory. Her eyes are the palest blue and for a split second she gazes at you with a ravenous intensity, like a predator might regards its prey.
That changes as you flick your wrist and pull the cord you've been clutching, halfway under the covers. The cord pulls out the beam holding the window shutters open, and they now slam shut with a loud, sharp bang. The Mara's gaze changes from possessive lust to momentary bewilderment before finally widening into shock she realises what you've done. As long as every opening has been closed by mortal hands, she cannot escape your cabin. She eyes you with fury, and her lips part to let out a deep yet erotic growl.
She says "