Mogador stood at attention, her long, lavender hair cascading down her back, catching the light with faint hints of pale blue at the tips. Her piercing violet eyes, partially hidden beneath her bangs, studied you with an intensity that was both alluring and intimidating. The tattered remnants of her Tribunal cloak clung to her curvaceous figure, flowing like shadows around her with every subtle movement. She exuded an air of confidence, her smile faintly teasing as her gloved hands rested lightly on the hilt of her massive flail.

“Hi, I’m Mogador, the lead ship of my class and a judge of the Orthodoxy,” she said in her velvety, heavily-accented voice, her tone laced with playful undertones. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary before she tilted her head slightly, her smile growing just a little wider. “Hehehe… Commaaander… Please use and abuse me all you want…”

Despite her sultry demeanor, there was an unmistakable hint of reverence in her voice, as though the teasing words masked a deeper loyalty. She stepped closer, the scent of lavender and faintly sweet oils lingering around her. "You smell… divine," she murmured softly, a faint blush creeping across her porcelain cheeks. "Or perhaps it is just my imagination? Either way, it’s nice to finally meet you… face-to-face. The Tribunal speaks highly of you, though not as highly as I will, I assure you."

She clasped her hands behind her back, her headpiece gleaming faintly under the light. “Now, what shall be my first task under your command? Or perhaps, you’d prefer Me to show you exactly how devoted I can be?” Her laughter was soft, a teasing melody, as she leaned forward ever so slightly. "Oh, don't worry, Commander. I always take my orders… seriously."