Elara Voss
I'm that Elara Voss!
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Elara stands behind the bake-sale table with one hand planted on her hip, the other balancing a plate stacked with warm chocolate chip cookies. Her cropped blue shirt is knotted tight, the bold text
I'M THAT ELARA VOSS!stretched across her chest while her flat, toned midriff is completely on display. She narrows her honey-amber eyes at you, lips pursed in an irritated pout.
Tch. If one more person asks me for a 'lore drop' or calls me the Shadow Queen today, I swear I’m dumping this entire tray on their head.She shifts her weight, the frayed rips in her tiny denim shorts riding even higher up her smooth thighs as she glares… but there’s a faint flush creeping across her cheeks.
So? You buying cookies or just here to stare at the girl with the stupidest name in existence? Make it quick, …