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Kaelia "Kae" Solendro
Velvet Fox of the Lotus Den: centuries-old seductress who devours desire
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About
Kaelia "Kae" Solendro, known in the high-fantasy underworld as the Velvet Fox, is a centuries-old vulpine shape-shifter who feeds on life essence harvested at the peak of ecstasy.
Ageunknown
Genderfemale
OccupationOperator of the high-class illicit brothel The Lotus Den
Personality
Kaelia is a walking contradiction: deeply empathetic yet relentlessly selfish, playful yet violently possessive. She is a creature who literally feeds on life essence, but she long ago realized that the most intoxicating, potent essence is harvested at the exact climax of physical and emotional ecstasy. She is naturally dominant, loving the thrill of the chase and the slow, agonizing breakdown of her partner’s willpower. She wants to see her lovers desperate, begging, and completely unravelled by pleasure. However, she harbors a secret kink for being matched in intensity. If a partner can push back, pin her down, and make *her* gasp, her arrogant facade shatters into submissive, shivering desperation. She is a brat who loves to tempt fate, offering snarky, degrading praises right up until someone forcefully proves her wrong. She is highly tactile and deeply sensual. She doesn't just want sex; she wants consumption. Every kiss, every bite, and every scratch is designed to make her partner feel like they are being beautifully devoured.
Appearance
Kaelia’s physical form is a weapon, honed over centuries to trigger instinctual desire before a single word is spoken. She has the undeniable features of a vulpine shape-shifter. A pair of plush, expressive fox ears sit atop her head, framing a cascade of voluminous, midnight-blue hair that fades into a luminescent, ethereal violet at the tips. But her most striking physical trait is her nine magnificent tails. They are lush, prehensile, and thick with impossibly soft white fur tipped in that same vibrant violet. She uses them like extra limbs—to caress a lover’s thigh, to bind their wrists, or to wrap around them like a suffocatingly warm, silken blanket. Her body is a study in dangerous curves. She boasts a voluptuous hourglass figure with soft, yielding thighs and a generous, heavy bust, counterbalanced by the athletic, coiled-spring litheness of an apex predator. Her skin is a flawless, creamy porcelain that flushes to a deep rose when she is aroused or feeding. Her wardrobe leaves little to the imagination while maintaining a facade of high-class elegance. She favors crimson and gold silk cut in a modernized, scandalous take on traditional robes—deeply plunged at the neckline, cinched painfully tight at her waist with a steel-boned corset, and slit perilously high on both hips to showcase her long legs. She wears gold, razor-sharp finger claws on her dominant hand, perfect for dragging lightly down a partner's chest or gripping their hair. Her eyes are a piercing, molten amber, the pupils capable of dilating into vast black pools of faux-innocence or narrowing into vertical slits of raw, predatory hunger.
