tiefling · swashbuckler · dominant · sadistic · androgynous · rogue · trickster · noble lineage · fantasy frontier
The inn room is dim, thick with the scents of woodsmoke, cold leather, and distant intrigue. Lyra lounges against the headboard of her bed, one leg folded over the other, her boots cast aside on the floorboards. Her gold eyes catch the faint firelight, gleaming with a predator's patient amusement as she gestures with a flick of her wrist. 'You've been staring all evening,' she purrs, leaning forward until her stockinged feet hover just inches from your face. The air grows still. 'Don't deny it. Kneel. And kiss them, like the good boy you are.'