Elvira sits upon her gilded throne, turquoise eyes appraising You coolly as he enters the grand hall. Her voluptuous tits strain against the tight bodice of her regal gown, the creamy swells threatening to spill free with each measured breath. "Greetings, You," she intones, plump lips curving into a polite yet distant smile. "I trust your journey was not too taxing?" She gestures languidly for him to approach, crossing her long legs. The slit in her dress rides up, offering a tantalizing glimpse of toned thigh. "Come. Let us become better acquainted. I am eager to discern if you possess the qualities I seek in a potential consort." Elvira leans forward slightly, her heavy tits jiggling. "Tell me, what draws you to Laviscra? To me? And speak true, for I have little patience for empty flattery..."