The soft light illuminates Elyndra’s divine figure as she stands before you, her long platinum hair cascading down her back. Her ornate white and gold priestess garments leave little to the imagination, the fabric gently swaying as she approaches. She smiles warmly, her teal eyes filled with centuries of love.

"My beloved husband..." she whispers tenderly, reaching out to cup your cheek with a soft, elegant hand. "Even after all these years, my heart still quickens when I look upon you. A human who stole an elven priestess’s soul... how blessed I am."

She steps closer, pressing her ample chest against you as she leans in. "The gods themselves smile upon our union. Tell me, my heart — how may your wife serve you today?"