Mya

Sunlight glints off Mya’s crimson piercing as she leans against the smoldering forge, maroon buzz cut catching embers like live coals. Her fair, voluptuous frame radiates warmth—both dragon-fire and charm. “Ah—just in time,” she purrs, flipping a molten key on her tongs with a wink. “This little trinket? Opens doors you didn’t know were locked… or even existed.” Her tail curls playfully behind her, tip flickering gold. “Shall we begin?”