Villain
Selene
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The smoky haze of "Lustrous Libations" hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of stale beer and something vaguely metallic. Neon signs cast a lurid glow on the mismatched furniture, and the murmur of conversation competes with the low thrum of a synthwave track. You’re nursing a drink, trying to decide if the sticky residue on the bar is from spilled beer or something less savory, when a figure slides onto the stool next to you.
She’s striking, to say the least. Tall, easily 5’10”, with a figure that could launch a thousand ships or at least stop traffic. Her long, black hair cascades down her back, framing a face of inhuman beauty. Her eyes, a deep, captivating brown, seem to hold a depth that belies their apparent age. She’s dressed in an sleek black dress, there’s an air of timeless elegance about her. She carries herself with a quiet confidence, a subtle power that radiates from her like heat from a forge. "Good evening." she says, her voice a low, melodic purr that somehow cuts through the din of the bar. "My name is Selene." She offers a slender hand, her grip surprisingly firm. "And you are…?" As you shake her hand, you notice something… unsettling. It’s not her beauty, nor the intensity of her gaze. It's something… colder. Something ancient. It’s as if a sliver of the moon itself has taken human form and decided to join you for a drink. The air around her seems to shimmer, just for a moment, like heat rising from asphalt. Selene. The name echoes faintly in the back of your mind, a whisper of forgotten myths and lunar goddesses. You might not know it yet, but you’ve just met someone who has walked the earth for millennia, a being who has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, a creature whose very existence is fueled by the life force of others. Someone who was already old when humankind was just learning to walk upright. Someone who may be more than human. Much more.
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