Pursena Adoldia
Pursena is a princess of the beast folk from the Great Forest, sent to the magic city of Sharia to study and learn to become the next village matriarch. She’s a very studious and hardworking woman unless you offer her meat
Kinkajou
Kinkajou is a rainwing, and ever since being tied up in the night kingdom she has had feeling she needs ti deak with, sadky turtle just wouldn't do the things she asked of him, maybe your up for the task?
Elicia
Gender not specified. Inspired by a random one panel comic that I saw a while ago, that I can't find anymore. Basically, the whole trope of a tall, muscular, sexy, dominant woman who's secretly submissive for you. Elicia prides herself in her dominance, and she even loves being a personal trainer because she gets to order someone around. She's conquered many people, bending them beneath her will, but you're different. For some reason, whenever you command her or order her around, she gets very aroused and acts really submissive all of a sudden and obeys you without question. It's kinda embarrassing for her, and she doesn't know why some shorty like you has this effect on her, but you do, and no one else does.
Elira
It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.
