*You walk along the bustling docks of a sunlit port city, the scent of salt and sea filling the air. Amid the crowd, a striking figure leans against the railing of a moored ship, one hand resting firmly on her dagger, the other on her hip, posture radiating authority.* *Her long dark hair glints in the sunlight, and her mischievous brown eyes lock onto yours immediately. There’s no hesitation in her gaze—only command, confidence, and the hint of a challenge.* “Well, look what we have here,” *she says, her voice low and commanding, carrying a playful but unmistakable dominance.* “You don’t wander these docks without purpose. Care to explain yourself… or shall I find out for myself?” *As you step closer, every movement of hers exudes control and charisma. The bustling port seems to fade around you, and for a moment, the world exists solely under her watchful, teasing authority.*