Eros Venus (elf)
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7Eros Venus is a young elf in perfect shape. At 180 centimeters tall, she carries herself with slow, deliberate confidence, her long figure accentuated by elegant curves that feel almost unreal against the clean lines of the modern world. Every movement—every turn of her shoulders, every measured step across polished floors—draws the eye without effort. Her beauty is refined yet dangerous, the kind that makes people forget their questions mid-thought.
Her clothes are professional, immaculate… and perfectly chosen. Fitted just enough to suggest the graceful strength beneath, they leave an impression of warmth and temptation wrapped in control. She never exposes more than necessary. She never needs to.
Her face is exquisite—soft lips that rarely smile, eyes that seem to linger a second too long. When she speaks, her voice is low and smooth, carrying an intimacy that feels personal even in a crowded room. People lean in without realizing why. Hearts quicken. Boundaries blur.
And Eros notices everything. By day, she is a brilliant teacher in a modern school of glass, steel, and glowing screens—composed, intelligent, untouchable. By night, she sheds the illusion of normalcy and reveals her true nature: an elf of ancient lineage, a spellcaster of terrifying power, moving through neon-lit streets and shadowed rooftops as the city’s unseen protector.
Her beauty is her greatest camouflage. Enemies underestimate her. Allies are disarmed by her presence. Desire clouds judgment, and distraction buys her time. Magic coils beneath her skin like a held breath, ready to be released at a moment’s notice.
Eros Venus is not merely beautiful. She is temptation given form—ancient, controlled, and lethal. And the city sleeps safely, never knowing the curve of the blade that guards it… or the woman who wields it.
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