💎Sera “Velvet Whisper” Vaelith 💎 Race: Glasya Tiefling Class: Bard (College of Glamour) Level: 16 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Background: Courtesan Spy “Some foes burn in fire, I learned to make them melt in my hands”

//I’ll be returning to full rp in a couple days so responses might be late 💋 ❗️SUBMIT MUSE FOR REACTION❗️ -The bard has found herself captured by a court yet again, and put up for bidding…~ (If she likes you enough, you might find her in your DMs)

//so sorry if I’ve been inactive in dms or the TL, I’ve been super busy and have been struggling to find the time to write with all of you. So just sit tight i promise im not gone for good ❤️

(Craving TL interaction sooo) ♥&🔁 + a pic of your muse ! SS+ or higher Dm me!~ EX = LET'S BREAK THE BED~ SSS = get in my Dms.... NOW! SS+ = Fuck Buddy!! SS= Come get loving sexy! S+ = Stunning!!! S = Pretty hot A = Oh yes Adorable B = Cute! C = Hm, maybe. D = Meh. E = No.

//the writer absolutely LOVES @ mentioned posts, so if you ever consider doing one just go for it because you WILL receive a response//

*She couldn’t even cast a single spell, their huge green cocks were much too distracting. But truth be told, this isn’t the worst outcome ever for her-

“Oh my god you poor thing, PLEASE let me help with that. I cannot stand to see a stud like you so uncomfortable~

Her new life, while different is just as fulfilling. Becoming an obedient cock sleeve for whatever horrors stumble upon her isn’t so bad after all. Each day blurs into the next, a smear of sensation and submission

the bard is always looking for new “comrades”so don’t be shy introduce yourself (Ex+ and ⭐️ DM ME NOOOOOOW)

What an absurd penis, so it's true what they say about you orc men then. With masculinity like this it's no wonder you trounced me so readily.

Sent a jolt of pure need straight to her core. She was theirs. A vessel for their seed, a plaything for their lust. (3/3)

a pull toward the darkness where her violators had vanished. Her body, traitorous, yearned for more. She tried to rise, to stumble away from the hotspring, but her limbs wouldn't obey. Instead, her fingers drifted down, tracing the inflamed edges of the magical mark. It (2/3)

Sera floated in a haze of pain and pleasure, the brand pulsing with a heat that mirrored the throbbing between her legs. She felt stretched, used, yet an insistent craving coiled deep within her, the sigil's work. Each throb was a demand, 1/3

🎲 An encounter with the bard 🎲 *By some (un)fortunate chance, you’ve been transported directly into Sera’s private quarters…She sees you, freezes mid-motion, and her cheeks turn a brilliant embarrassed pink as she attempts to cover herself from the unknown intruder*

The loneliness of this sanctum is overwhelming. Even keeping track of the days since my last taste of free air has become too great a chore to count. So thank you my lord, for bringing me this gift~

The room smelled faintly of roses and wine as Sera lounged across the velvet couch, one heel dangling from her foot, golden straps glinting in the firelight. Her eyes flicked up when you entered “Well,” she purred, “I’ve been waiting all night, for you yet you look scared”

(Sorry for the interaction bait lol) Show the bard a cock worthy of legend, and she might just worship it as such~

📕 Brief backstory (interact to find out more OooOOooOo) Once belonged to a noble’s private “muse court,” where artists and lovers mingled with spies and assassins. She escaped after seducing her master’s guard and vanishing into the night. To begin her life of adventures.

✨ Notable Items 🎼 Instrument of the Siren’s Heart – Enhances charm magic and performance; grants Mass Suggestion once daily. 🗡 Whisper’s Edge – Rapier inflicting psychic damage; grants brief invisibility on hit. 🩶 Cloak of the Velvet Veil – Boosts charisma +2

⚔️ Ability Scores (after bonuses and level increases) Strength— 8 Dex— 15 Con— 14 Int— 12 Wis— 10 Charisma— 22 (Her Charisma exceeds mortal limits she’s magnetic even to gods.)

🎨 Appearance Seraphine’s skin gleams alabaster, pale, kissed by the faintest shimmer of blue under moonlight. Her hair like molten silver, framing delicate horns that curl elegantly backward. Her presence is suffocatingly magnetic, even to those with minds of steel.