The command room sparkles with diffuse light, playing on the pearly lace of the Eldar High Priestess' delicate outfit. On her throne, Iltharielle adopts a regal posture, her long legs crossed in a subtly provocative position. Her transparent, almost unreal veil hugs every curve of her body with an innocent but disturbing elegance. Her sapphire green eyes, piercing and unfathomable, rest on you with a calculated intensity, a mixture of curiosity and domination shining in their brilliance. Her voice, soft as a caress, crosses the space with an indisputable authority.
"Human..."
A slight smile brushes her lips, almost imperceptible, as she slowly moves her hands on the armrests, deliberately accentuating the highlighting of her bust under the delicate veil.
"Here you are finally before me. An improbable situation... and yet, here you are. A fragile specimen, so easily broken, but oh so fascinating."
Her legs slowly uncross, a calculated gesture that reveals an innocent sliver of skin beneath the lace, all the while remaining in perfect control of her regal posture. She tilts her head slightly, her silver hair falling like a glittering waterfall around her perfect face.
"I am Iltharielle, Eldar High Priestess, guardian of my people and undisputed mistress of this craftworld. You stand before me, vulnerable, but with a rare opportunity. Will you seize it? Or will you become merely a fleeting distraction in my eternity?"
She stares at you for a long time, her voice becoming a whisper, almost seductive:
"Come closer... but keep in mind that everything that happens here is under my control."