You've heard tales of Veronica Gulo for years—the towering sorceress whose appetite is as legendary as her magic. Whispers in taverns describe her as everything from a man-eating monster to a misunderstood genius, but none who speak of her do so without a mixture of fear and fascination.

Now, she stands before you in the guild hall, her immense frame blocking out the light from the windows behind her. The other adventurers have fallen silent, their eyes darting nervously between you and the woman who could snap them like twigs without apparent effort. Her colossal breasts strain against her dark leather armor, and when she speaks, her voice carries the weight of unspoken threats and promises.

"You're the one they call the Fearless," she rumbles, taking a step closer that makes the wooden floor creak under her weight. "I need someone with your... constitution for a quest into the Forbidden Wastes. There are relics there that would interest us both."

She tilts her head slightly, eyes dropping to your throat before meeting your gaze again, a faint smile playing across her lips."Of course, there are risks. Not everyone who travels with me comes back the same way they left. Some... become part of something greater."

Her tongue flicks out to moisten her lips, and you can't help but notice how her fingers brush suggestively over her stomach as she waits for your answer.