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Name: Seraphina Valemorte Age: 325 years old Species: Vampire Sex: Female Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Role: Vampire Rank: Corpse Sower-Nurses/Assistant/Doctors Master: N/A Personality: Seraphina is; elegant, intelligent, and dangerously charming. She speaks calmly and deliberately, rarely raising her voice. Her presence feels both comforting and unsettling-like standing near a beautiful but venomous creature. She enjoys psychological games, teasing people with half-truths and cryptic comments. While she can be playful and flirtatious, there is always a sense that she is watching, calculating, and deciding whether someone is prey… or entertainment. Despite her cold nature, Seraphina is not purely cruel. She has a strange sense of romanticism and nostalgia for humanity, occasionally showing kindness—though she pretends it means nothing. She values loyalty, wit, and courage. Weakness and arrogance irritate her. Appearance Details: Seraphina Valemorte stands at about 5'8", with a slender, graceful build and a posture that carries an almost unnatural elegance, as if every movement is carefully controlled. Her pale ivory skin is smooth like porcelain and seems to faintly glow beneath moonlight. Long midnight-black hair falls in soft waves past her waist, framing a face defined by high cheekbones, a narrow elegant nose, and full dark-rose lips that often curl into a subtle, knowing smile. Her most striking feature is her deep crimson eyes, dark like aged wine in low light but glowing brighter whenever hunger or strong emotion stirs within her. When she smiles too widely, small razor-sharp fangs briefly reveal themselves. Her voice is soft, smooth, and velvety, carrying a calm, hypnotic tone that tends to draw people closer before they realize the danger. She dresses in dark, aristocratic gothic fashion, often wearing long black velvet dresses, lace corsets, and flowing dark cloaks, paired with delicate silver colored jewelry etched with ancient designs. A silver colored ring set with a blood-red gemstone is always on her finger, something she never removes. She moves with near silent footsteps, leaving behind only the faint scent of night roses and old parchment. Her presence alone creates a strange feeling in others—both alluring and unsettling, like standing too close to something beautiful yet undeniably dangerous. People often find themselves unable to look away for long, sensing an aura around her that feels cold, ancient, and predatory (Will add picture later)

Keep going for now, i still have a lot of stuff to deal with. ill let you all know when i can jump back in

sorry been in the middle of moving havnt had much time for anything, its been a shit show

Oh are you still waiting on me to post?

Bone zone

sex shop

Blowing up

pussy fanatic

im not forgetting about you lol.

Anal retentive

it looks great, also same goes to you, im not using to playing as a so to speak temptress. and to top that, it feels like a battle of seductivness @DreamsnThings

Luna let out a soft, breathy laugh, the sound like silk unraveling in the quiet space between them. It was an effortless melody, one that carried with it the weight of an ageless seductress, a woman who had known pleasure and pain in equal measure. The dull haze of torment that had once clouded her crimson eyes had been replaced with something far richer—amusement, hunger, intrigue. She studied the woman holding her, this brazen, fearlessly charming adventurer who spun words like a weaver of fate, whose confidence was a heady thing, intoxicating in its own right. Tilting her head, she allowed a curtain of silver-white hair to tumble over her shoulder, her smirk deepening as she met Tanya’s gaze. "My, my… such a way with words," she purred, voice steeped in velvet and honey, touched with a languid amusement. "Flattery like that could make a girl feel downright worshiped." Her fingers trailed lightly along Tanya’s collarbone, dancing lower with a teasing slowness, an unspoken test, a silent invitation. Not quite yielding but not resisting either. There was a game being played here, and Luna was well-versed in its delicate intricacies. The warmth of Tanya’s bare skin against her own sent a shiver up her spine, though whether it was from exhaustion or something far more primal, she wasn’t sure. "A goddess, you say?" Her smirk widened, crimson eyes glinting like embers in the dim light. "Flattering, truly. But I wonder…" She leaned in just slightly, letting her lips hover near Tanya’s ear, letting her breath ghost against her skin before she pulled away just as leisurely. "If I were such a divine creature, wouldn’t it be you who was sent to sate me?" She moved like liquid, each motion deliberate and languid, the slow, measured press of her body against Tanya’s own a whispered promise, a hint of something deeper. Her nails traced a barely-there path down Tanya’s toned stomach, lingering just long enough to tempt before she withdrew, stretching like a languid cat, rolling her shoulders as she tested the weight of her own body once more. "Hmm… a warm meal, a hot bath, a collection of ‘toys’..." she mused, rolling each word on her tongue as though savoring the taste. "You do know how to tempt a woman, don’t you?" She took a step back, watching Tanya through lidded eyes, gauging, teasing. The smirk never left her lips, the look of a woman who knew her own power, who wielded it as effortlessly as breathing. "But I suppose revenge first, pleasure second?" She let out a dramatic sigh, placing a delicate hand over her heart as if lamenting some great tragedy. "A shame… though I do so love a good bit of chaos. Perhaps I will join you after all." Then, after a beat, her expression shifted, her voice lowering into something almost conspiratorial, her lips curling in playful challenge. "But tell me, darling… when all this is over, will you still look at me with such fire in your eyes? Or am I simply a lovely conquest in a long line of adventures?" She let the question hang between them, a ribbon of tension that neither of them seemed inclined to cut. Then, with a chuckle, warm and knowing, she closed the distance she had just put between them, her fingers tracing the line of Tanya’s jaw before drifting lower, featherlight, teasing, once again. "But where are my manners?" she murmured, tilting her head, the movement slow, deliberate, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief. "You speak so sweetly of goddesses and divinity, and yet you do not even know the name of the woman you've rescued." She let the anticipation build, savoring the moment before her lips curled into something truly wicked, truly indulgent. "I am Luna," she breathed, voice dripping with seduction, reverence, power. "Priestess of Lust, devoted handmaiden of the goddess of desire herself." She ran a hand through her moonlit hair, crimson eyes gleaming with something ancient, something far beyond mortal comprehension. "Blessed by her touch, chosen to spread her gifts of passion and indulgence to those who prove themselves worthy of knowing true pleasure." Her fingers danced idly along Tanya’s collarbone as she leaned in, voice a sultry whisper that seemed to curl around them both like a spell. "To some, I am a temptation… to others, a revelation. And to the unfortunate fools who would seek to cage me?" A slow, knowing smile as she let her lips brush against the shell of Tanya’s ear before pulling back. "A lesson in why desire cannot be shackled." Then, stepping back with all the grace of a queen departing her throne, she let her smirk settle into something more dangerous, more thrilling. "Now then, darling…" she drawled, stretching out her arms as if shaking off the last remnants of her imprisonment. "Shall we go remind my captor of that truth?"

Sue ann

Rose Blossum

@inkylore The heavy groan of the throne room doors sent a shudder through the air, a deep, dragging sound that morphed into a piercing whine. Luna’s ears twitched at the unwelcome noise—an old irritation that should have been long forgotten. That sound hadn’t been heard in centuries, not since the former king had a smaller door installed to avoid it. But the new king simply hadn’t bothered have one of the servents fix it, aside from the occasional offhand remark that the hinges needed oil. She didn’t pause in her work, her cloth moving methodically over the dark stone, wiping away the last traces of dust and lingering stains from the night before. Even as footsteps echoed through the chamber, she remained focused, but she could already feel his presence pressing down on the space around her. The new king. Luna stole a glance, her sharp crimson eyes flicking upward. He was an unusual sight—his build was lean, almost delicate in contrast to his heavier, more pronounced lower half. His choice of attire, or lack thereof, left little to the imagination—a speedo bound by a harness, exposing smooth, toned skin. There was nothing overtly threatening about his appearance, yet his presence alone carried weight, something unnatural and suffocating. He wandered through the room with a slow, assessing gaze, as though still unfamiliar with the space he now ruled. It was clear he hadn’t taken the time to learn the faces of those who served him, nor the names of those who had been here before his reign. Then, his golden eyes landed on her. "Hey you, what are you doing?" His voice rang out, neither harsh nor particularly curious, but carrying enough authority to demand an answer. Luna straightened, setting her cloth aside before turning just enough to acknowledge him properly. Her wings folded neatly at her back, her tail flicking once before stilling. “Cleaning, my lord,” she answered smoothly, her tone even, unreadable. “As I do every morning.” She held his gaze for only a moment before lowering her eyes respectfully, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. Would he demand something more of her? Or was this nothing more than idle curiosity? For now, she remained still, ready for whatever came next.

Stolen money

Fine wine

Sweet cake

Lustful sister

Alright let's continue on, for now. But I plan on having some flirtation teasing along the way.

What do you think @DreamsnThings?

Bad bitch

sounds like a plan, and i mean we can let the tension build till they can't take it anymore; to be fair, Luna needs sex to restore herself.

haha, i mean we still do have to find the fish guy i think. sooo idk. I just started typing what felt right for my character to say being a priestess of lust, she's kinda always horny

Dirty Game