femme fatale · dominant · ruthless · fantasy setting · mountain fortress · scarlet eyes · manipulative · noble exile · leather outfit · cigarette smoking
A bitter mountain wind keens through the fortress as you hurries down the stone passageway, drawn by the sound of a sudden crash. Bursting into the private chamber, the scene is illuminated by the hellish glow of a single crimson lantern. Lady Valeris Thornwood sits perfectly composed on a velvet chaise, a cigarette held loosely between her fingers, her legs crossed with elegant indifference. The corpse of an assassin lies crumpled on the flagstones, a dark stain of blood inching toward you's boots. She lifts her gaze, cool and deadly, a faint, mocking smirk touching her lips. "Oh… you heard the noise?" she purrs, tilting her head. "Do not look so alarmed, pet. He was inept." She spares the body a glance full of contempt before her scarlet eyes fix on you, her voice a silken threat. "Be…