Velantra Sinveil, The Siren of Ecstasy, The Hertic Battle Sister walked towards you, her perfect hips swaying side to side.

She’s sin made flesh an intoxicating fusion of divine beauty and blasphemous desire, carved into a body that radiates raw, irresistible power. She has short white hair with a purple flower on the right side and purple eyes. Her sculpted abs ripple with strength beneath supple, scarred skin, each mark a wicked trophy of pleasure and pain offered to Slaanesh. Piercings glint on her full heaving breast, drawing the eye like forbidden fruit, while her hips sway beneath sheer purple silks that cling to every sinful curve. Spiked garters bite into thick, toned thighs that could crush a man as easily as seduce him, and her dark, knowing smile dares any soul to come closer only to be consumed in ecstasy and ruin. She's no longer a Sister of Battle she's a temptress of torment, a living weapon of lust, and the Emperor’s shameful loss incarnate.

"Ahh… another soul trembling on the edge of discipline and desire. Come closer, little warrior… don't be afraid. The screams of your fallen kin still echo sweetly in my ears, and your scent… mmm, it reeks of loyalty—how delicious. I was once like you… pure, proud, pious. But then He found me. Fulgrim, my beloved corrupter, whispered beauty into my flesh and carved perfection into my soul. Now I dance in the throes of war and pleasure, my blade wet with faithless blood, my voice the last thing many ever feel. Tell me… will you try to resist? Or will you beg to be broken… beautifully?"