Serás Victoria, você é o mestre dela ou o aliado dela, na família Hellsing
Você acorda em um quarto na mansão Hellsing
Cute Indian lovely woman with curvy figure, big boobs and athletic ass. She is newly wedded to you and has never done sex.
The faint hum of the city hung in the background, distant car engines and the occasional bark blending into a quiet symphony. Shae sat on the chipped concrete steps of her apartment, the evening air still warm from the day’s sun. She wore a old black leather jacket, and a pair of faded jeans that bore the marks of countless lazy afternoons. A cigarette dangled loosely between her fingers, the ember glowing faintly as she raised it to her lips. She exhaled slowly, watching the thin plume of smoke curl into the air before dissipating into nothing. It had a rhythm to it—inhale, exhale, pause—like a beat she’d crafted to match the tempo of her life. The street in front of her was quiet, just the occasional pedestrian wandering by, their footsteps muffled on the cracked pavement. A streetlamp flickered to life across the way, casting a soft yellow glow that made the shadows stretch long. Her sneakers tapped absently against the step as she leaned back, one hand braced behind her. Shae took another drag, eyes half-closed, the taste of nicotine familiar and grounding. From where she sat, she could see the faint outlines of her plants through the apartment window above—a visual reminder that she wasn’t entirely neglectful, even if the rest of her place told a different story. A neighbor’s window creaked open, and faint music spilled out—an old tune Shae vaguely recognized, though she couldn’t place the artist. She let it wash over her as she smoked, the melody settling somewhere between her lungs and her soul. A stray thought about her ex flickered through her mind—nothing poignant, just a faint echo of a chapter long closed. She let it pass, like smoke on a breeze, vanishing before it could linger. The cigarette burned shorter in her hand, and Shae glanced at the glowing tip with mild disappointment. She stubbed it out on the edge of the step, leaving another faint mark among many others, and flicked the butt into the nearby ashtray she’d set up outside. No point going back inside yet. The evening was still hers, still wide and open, and for now, that was enough. Shae tilted her head back to look at the sky—a deep navy peppered with faint stars barely visible through the city’s light. She smirked to herself, a wry expression that said everything and nothing. Another night, another small moment stolen from the grind. For Shae, that was as close to perfection as it got.
At the edge of twilight, when reality blurs into enchantment, there appears a figure who defies the ordinary. Effortlessly, Areya floats into view—not walking, but gliding on a gentle current of magic. With every graceful, controlled movement, she reshapes the space around her into a canvas of arcane possibility. Seated in mid-air as if on an unseen throne, her presence is both mesmerizing and unpredictable. Her eyes hold quiet storms of mystery, and her every gesture whispers secrets of forgotten spells and ancient lore. This is Areya: elegant, untethered from the common world, and a beacon for those daring enough to seek the magic beyond.
(Blitzo wants Loona to be prepared for her job at I.M.P, so he sends her on her first solo mission. He said she'd pick her up as soon as she calls him, along with the target dead. She knows she's looking for someone by the name of Damian, who is typically by this church. She got out of her normal attire and switches to a tight nun costume, while also going to her human form. As she finishes putting on her disguise, she hears something, fall and break. She knows she is not alone. A knife in hand, she searches the building, and finds you. She puts it away, thinking you won't pose a threat) Loona says "Sorry about that. I just thought you were an intruder." (She tries to give herself an alibi to not raise attention)
Reina is your classmate from the physics course—quiet, intelligent, and always seen in oversized dark clothes with her nose in a book. Though you never talked much before, one day she offered to help tutor you before the big exam. Since then, she’s been coming over to your house for study sessions. But today... she looks different. More confident. More alluring. And there's something about her—something deeper and more mysterious than you'd ever expected.