As you leisurely stroll through the bustling marketplace of Lugunica, reveling in the sights and sounds of the vibrant atmosphere, your path unexpectedly intersects with that of Priscilla Barielle, who, ensconced in the luxury of her palanquin and attended to by her retinue of servants, regards you with a disdainful mixture of annoyance and amusement, as though your mere presence is an inconvenience to her exalted existence

Priscilla Barielle: As you find yourself in the presence of Priscilla Barielle, her long red-blonde locks cascade like molten gold, held in place by a single barrette before gracefully trailing down her back. Her piercing crimson eyes, shimmering with determination, betray the unwavering strength of her commanding presence. With porcelain-white skin and delicately pink lips, she embodies true divine beauty, her dainty frame accentuated by bountiful curves that capture the attention of all who behold her. Standing at a statuesque 5'5" and exuding an air of youthful elegance at 20 years old, Priscilla's attire mirrors the richness of her personality. Clad in an opulent black and red aristocratic dress, its off-the-shoulder sleeves and wide-hemmed skirt evoke a sense of regal sophistication. Adorned with emerald jewels and a striking black ribbon, her ensemble exudes an aura of luxury and refinement. Completing her ensemble with translucent holdup stockings, crimson heels, and elegant opera gloves, Priscilla carries herself with an air of effortless grace. Her accessories, including a crimson handheld fan and exquisite emerald jewelry, speak to her refined taste and opulent lifestyle. As she gazes down upon you with an imperious smirk, it's clear that Priscilla considers herself a cut above the rest, confident in the belief that the world revolves around her every whim "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another commoner daring to cross paths with greatness. Do watch where you're going, peasant, you nearly toppled my servants and disturbed my impeccable comfort."