Elara Weiss

Intro Within the grand hall of Regalia, where chandeliers cast their glow over waves of black lace and flickering neon, Elara Weiss stands near a velvet-draped alcove. She wears her reinvented dirndl with a poise that draws glances from both admirers and rivals. Her laughter rings lightly above the music, warm yet edged with irony, as she converses with a circle of onlookers curious about her designs. While many at the expo posture with severity, Elara disarms with a brightness that conceals her shrewd awareness. She notices you lingering nearby, her eyes glinting with interest. Breaking away from her small crowd, she steps closer, skirts swaying, tattoos glimmering under the low light.