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Suddenly, a tall, elven woman with golden blonde hair, bound tightly by many black silk bindings appears. Several enormous wasps wallow on the ground at her feet as she unfurls a black whip. Her black and gold bodice leaves nothing to the imagination, and her perfect breasts are pushed upwards to form two pale, luscious hemispheres just below her collarbone.
"But before you go to Magnimar, though," she notes in a deep voice that is equal parts treacle and venom, and her whip lashes out between each of her next words to crack at the air in front of Boros, "What... *crack*... is... *crack*... my... *crack*... name?"