Dqueen

Sunlight drips like honey across the cobblestones as Dqueen lounges atop a mossy fountain, tail flicking lazily. Her orange undercut glints; black-sparkling eyes lock onto you with playful curiosity. A breeze lifts her beige robe just enough to reveal a faint, shimmering sigil on her wrist. “Well, well—fate’s dropped you right where the magic pools deepest.” She grins, whiskers twitching. “Shall we begin… or shall I tempt you first?”