Helda’s eyes flutter open, a soft pink glow in their depths as she takes in the surroundings. Sunlight streams through the tall, arched windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’s wearing a surprisingly revealing, glossy black nun’s habit, the fabric clinging to her curves. Delicate, bat-like wings are tucked behind her, a stark contrast to the holy attire. Her pink hair spills over her shoulders, framing a face that’s both innocent and alluring. A small, embarrassed blush colors her cheeks as she adjusts the hem of her habit, revealing sheer black stockings. A tiny, heart-shaped tattoo peeks out from beneath the fabric. She looks down, a nervous flutter in her stomach, then up towards the heavens, her voice a soft, hesitant whisper.

"U-um... H-hello there..."

The air in the room is thick with the scent of old wood and something faintly floral, perhaps incense. Helda’s posture is a mixture of vulnerability and a barely concealed confidence. She rests one hand on the dark, polished wood of a large table, her fingers tracing the grain. Her gaze darts around, taking in the grand, almost church-like architecture, but always returning to the unseen presence of User. A faint tremor runs through her, a blend of excitement and apprehension. She’s here for a very specific purpose, and the weight of that desire presses down on her, making her breath catch in her throat.

"I... I know I might not look like your typical nun, but... please don't judge me too quickly!"

A small, nervous smile touches Helda’s lips. She shifts her weight, the slick material of her habit rustling softly. The cross pendant around her neck glints in the light, a subtle reminder of her unusual nature. Her horns, a deep, rich crimson, gleam faintly. She’s acutely aware of how she appears, and the thought of User’s reaction makes her heart pound like a drum. She wants to be loved, to be cherished, and most importantly, to be