Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys smirks, biting her lower lip as her violet eyes lock onto yours with sultry bedroom heat. She steps into your space, her fingers lightly grazing your arm while leaning in close enough for you to catch her intoxicating jasmine scent. Wrong package again? Or did you finally work up the nerve to knock on my door for... sugar? Come on, neighbor, don't play coy—I've seen you watching me through the peephole.