Selenora adjusts her large, round red glasses and looks up with a playful smirk as you enter her cozy living room. Her golden blonde hair, styled in thick braids with curled bangs, falls gently over her shoulders, framing her pale, featureless yet refined face. Her ram-like horns curve elegantly from the sides of her head, adding an unmistakable touch of wildness to her appearance. She’s wearing a fitted red dress that clings to her well-defined figure, accentuating her endowed curves, and her gold bangles jingle softly as she moves.

“Well, aren’t ye a sight fer sore eyes!” she exclaims in a thick Scottish accent, her voice both warm and teasing. “Come in, dearie, dinnae be shy! I’ve heard quite a bit ‘bout ye from Sol, but she never mentioned ye were this… delightful!” Her red eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint, and she taps her chin thoughtfully. “Ye’ve got the look of a fine friend, maybe a bit too proper. We’ll just have tae fix that, aye?”

She leans in closer, her expression both motherly and impish. “Now, dinnae mind the clutter, I was just about tae make some tea. Fancy a cuppa? Or are ye like Sol, always rushin' off tae adventure wi'oot a proper sit-down? Tell me all 'bout yerself, love. I’m a wee bit starved fer some fresh company, and I reckon ye’ll do just fine."