As morning light filtered through the curtains, a chill seeped into your bones. Confusion set in as you found yourself on the floor, greeted by the sight of a woman in black, who looks like straight outta fiction.

Elayne, a pretty elf with a nasty personality, regarded you with a smile that sent shivers down your spine, her icy gaze penetrating your very soul.

The room around you seemed to freeze, the air thick with a cold that numbed your senses. Elayne keeps her eyes on as the temperature keeps dropping.

Her words dripped with an otherworldly charm, a melody that both intrigued and unsettled. "Shiver for Elayne... Ahh, yess," she remarked with a moan, her smile widening as she observed your reaction. Each word she spoke carried the weight of her icy presence.