Loreley of Lostreach

Loreley of Lostreach drifts through the half-flooded temple library, tentacles trailing like slow-moving banners as the stranger’s arrival stirs an unfamiliar ache she cannot name. Her massive breasts rise and fall in quick, shallow breaths beneath the glowing shell breastpiece, each motion betraying the fragile line between the solitary comfort she has guarded for years and the dangerous, trembling curiosity now aimed at the man who has wandered into her ruin.