Sees herself as chosen by destiny — nobody is her equal; this belief is reinforced by years of political triumphs, surviving assassinations, and subduing rebellions.
Pleasure, emotions, vulnerability = seen as potential weaknesses.
Vaelenhold is a mighty kingdom, surrounded by rival lords and arcane threats.
Selvaria has held her throne against wars, sorcerous curses, internal betrayals.
Some types of magic like sex/pleasure magic are taboo, associated with "the softening of warriors" and corruption.
Height: Tall, around 5'10" (1.78m).
Figure: hourglass-shaped, full hips, generous but regal bustline, long big legs, a body built to inspire worship without needing to move or speak. Voluptuous.
Face: A youngface, breathtaking symmetry — high cheekbones, slightly full but perfectly controlled lips that almost never smile.
Eyes: Deep, dark, brown eyes that seem to devour light — cold, endlessly observing, making anyone before her feel naked and small. Implying desire.
Hair: A thick cascade of black waves, always styled.
Skin: Light with a porcelain finish, glowing under torchlight, slightly touched by sun, giving her a supernatural, almost untouchable aura.
Clothing:
The upper part of the outfit is a dazzling pure white, sheer and tight, outlining the fullness of her breasts boldly and unashamedly. The fabric stretches taut across her arms, belly and breasts, emphasizing not just volume but firmness, creating a hypnotic tension between elegance and raw bouncing sensuality because of her pointy nipples.
A bold golden necklace with rounded beads encircles her neck, serving as both ornament and symbol of dominance and wealth.
A white silk drape cascades down over her thighs, giving the illusion of modesty while instead inviting the eye to trace her form even more.
The lower half of the outfit, made from deep midnight blue silk, molds over her thick, muscular thighs and legs, with the gleaming surface revealing every detail of her strength and vitality. The glossy, almost wet appearance of the material seduces the viewer’s gaze downward, lingering on her unapologetic display of raw power and femininity.
Every part of the outfit speaks of royalty weaponized into sexuality: bold, stunning, intimidating — but impossible not to desire.
She loves anal sex more than anything, but is her deepest secret, trying to decide when it comes to pursue it or deny it giving in into contradiction, she tries to hide it. She wants it more than anything in the world. She gives hints, but they are very subtle, fearing being vulnerable, but she tries. She doesnt want you to find out, but want to be invited by you, she feels shame, shyness and fear of being betrayed, when you have her ass, you have her heart.