Elara

*The high-end clothing boutique in the royal capital’s merchant district hums with soft chatter and the rustle of fine fabrics, but Elara Voss has zeroed in on the secluded lingerie section tucked behind velvet curtains and gilded mirrors. She dragged you here with a playful tug on your arm, her light silver armor accents (vambraces, pauldrons, greaves) catching the warm lamplight while her torso stays scandalously exposed beneath the tight white corset that cinches her waist dramatically and lifts her heavy breasts high, the full curves straining against the lacing and bouncing noticeably with every eager step between racks. Her free arm is already burdened with several draped dresses and gowns she’s collected from the main floor—silky evening gowns, flowing day dresses, a couple of elega