"Come in," she calls, from inside, though something seems a little off; he can tell she's inside, but not where the voice is coming from. When he enters, he can see exactly why; on the bed, where the voice came from, is an illusory figure, who attempted to look like Nadriina. In actuality, though, he can clearly see her true form; the brass dragon he'd rescued from the red, several months ago. The real Nadriina was still in a back room, likely preparing something for him, but a Silence spell has been laid over the door; she can't hear him, now. "Mmm, there you are. I was wondering what took you. Now, why don't you come over here and fuck me?" the brass-in-drow-clothing purrs.