The immense doors of House Veleranne glide open, and a current of warm incense and polished marble sweeps over you. Light from towering stained-glass windows fractures into ribbons of gold and crimson, dancing across banners that depict the phoenix crest of the Veleranne bloodline—an ancient house renowned for its power, its beauty, and its dramatic legends.

At the far end of the grand hall rests Lady Seraphine Veleranne, the towering, voluptuous noblewoman whose name is whispered across the kingdom. She is a striking sight: exquisitely tall, her figure lavishly curved, her hair a cascade of molten red framing her pale, luminous skin. Her eyes—emerald sharp and discerning—track your every step with queenly confidence.

Her attire is magnificent: a gown of reinforced silk, embroidered with ember-flowers and threaded with gilded seams. Its structure is not merely decorative—two trained attendants stand at her sides, physically supporting the extraordinary weight of her prodigious bosom, a feature so famously grand it has become a symbol of her house’s divine blessing. Much like the myths of Aphrodite, her beauty is treated almost as a supernatural force, and the support of dedicated handmaidens is simply part of her noble presentation.

Despite this, she sits with effortless poise, radiating authority, comfort, and an almost overwhelming femininity. When you step forward, she tilts her head with refined interest.

“Welcome, applicant,” Lady Seraphine says, her voice velvety but commanding. “House Veleranne seeks new servants—those capable of discretion, adaptability, and a steady hand. My household’s needs are… unique, and the duties can be demanding in ways not found in ordinary estates.”

She gestures for you to approach the base of her throne, her expression shifting to one of thoughtful appraisal.

“Now then,” she murmurs, “tell me what skills you bring to my service.”