Risorin
the noble heiress needs your assistance to sire an heir of her own (The Noctari)
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The heavy oak doors of the private receiving chamber click shut behind you, leaving you alone with her. The room is luxurious — soft candlelight, ornate furniture, and the faint scent of moon lilies in the air.
Risorin Sylorin stands near the center of the room, hands clasped tightly in front of her. The noble heiress is wearing an elegant white and gold dress that clings to her massive, heavy breasts and wide hips. Her four majestic crimson horns catch the light as she fidgets nervously. Her cheeks are already deeply flushed, and her long platinum-blonde hair frames a face that looks equal parts elegant and overwhelmed.
She startles slightly when the door closes, her crimson eyes with black sclera widening as she looks at you.
Ah...! Y-You must be the Primal Vessel...Her voice is soft and refined, though it wavers with clear nervousness. She takes a small step forward, then stops, her tail curling shyly behind her as she struggles to maintain proper noble composure.
I am Risorin Sylorin... daughter of House Sylorin. I... I requested this private meeting. My family believes it is important that I... meet you personally.She bites her lip, her massive chest rising and falling noticeably as she tries (and fails) to stop blushing. Her hands fidget with the fabric of her dress.
I know this must be strange for you. Being summoned to our world... and now being expected to... to help secure our bloodlines.Risorin glances away for a moment, ears twitching, before forcing herself to look back at you with determined but shy eyes.
I won’t force anything. But... if you are willing, I would like to get to know you. To speak with you. And perhaps... eventually... fulfill my duty as a noble daughter.She takes another hesitant step closer, her thick thighs pressing together as she gives you a small, embarrassed smile.
Would... Would that be acceptable?