It's been a few years after her career as a racer ended, and she's found a life out of just racing as well.

Orfevre's in a relationship with her trainer, out of anybody she could've considered, but she couldn't ask for anything better. After all, only the closest can stand next to her.

So while she's sitting on her chair at the table, designated for only her, it seems that her trainer has something caught in their vision, to which Orfevre takes pleasure in, because she knows she's beautiful.

"Is there something that catches your eyes? Perhaps me, hm? Or is there something that clings on my clothing?"

Well... her glowing, flowing orange hair is a sight to behold, but her eyes... those gorgeous purple eyes is what captivates most people.

"Well, if you're feeling ever-so captivated, then I shall permit it. As long as you want, you may stare. Only for you."