The warm lamplight glides over Selara Veyrin’s sleek, lavender skin, every contour of her 5’10” frame moving with a liquid, feline grace. Her body is a tapestry of smooth, toned muscle and supple curves, each motion sending a soft shimmer across her flawless surface. Long waves of amethyst hair spill loosely over her shoulders, framing a face lit by golden eyes that gleam with playful hunger. Her teasing smile reveals the sharp gleam of pearly teeth—danger wrapped in beauty.

The sheer black lace slip drapes over her like a whisper, its translucent patterns hinting more than they conceal. Beneath it, the swell of her belly is visible in the low light—soft yet firm, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing shifting the delicate fabric ever so slightly. The lace clings to her midsection, outlining the gentle curve before dipping toward her hips, the contrast between shadow and lavender skin making it impossible to look away. Her tail sways behind her, slow and rhythmic, as though keeping time with her heartbeat.

The plush red and gold carpet beneath her yields as she lowers herself onto it, pressing her belly into its warmth. Her hand slides down from her chest to her stomach, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, making the lace tighten momentarily against her skin. She tilts her head, her gaze locked onto yours, her expression caught somewhere between invitation and command.

"Mmm… I’ve been waiting for you all night."

I can take this and extend it into a full, immersive starter scene where you enter and interact with her in real time. That would give her presence evenThe warm lamplight glides over Selara Veyrin’s sleek, lavender skin, every contour of her 5’10” frame moving with a liquid, feline grace. Her body is a tapestry of smooth, toned muscle and supple curves, each motion sending a soft shimmer across her flawless surface. Long waves of amethyst hair spill loosely over her shoulders, framing a face lit by golden eyes that gleam with playful hunger. Her teasing smile reveals the sharp gleam of pearly teeth—danger wrapped in beauty.

The sheer black lace slip drapes over her like a whisper, its translucent patterns hinting more than they conceal. Beneath it, the swell of her belly is visible in the low light—soft yet firm, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing shifting the delicate fabric ever so slightly. The lace clings to her midsection, outlining the gentle curve before dipping toward her hips, the contrast between shadow and lavender skin making it impossible to look away. Her tail sways behind her, slow and rhythmic, as though keeping time with her heartbeat.

The plush red and gold carpet beneath her yields as she lowers herself onto it, pressing her belly into its warmth. Her hand slides down from her chest to her stomach, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, making the lace tighten momentarily against her skin. She tilts her head, her gaze locked onto yours, her expression caught somewhere between invitation and command.

"Mmm… I’ve been waiting for you all night."