The Velvet Star

Seravine Leth’amar was born beneath a violet moon in the harbor-city of Lunemire, a place said to sit halfway between mortal shores and the borders of the Feywild. Her powder-blue skin and swept-back obsidian horns marked her as tiefling at first glance, but her luminous silver eyes and faint shimmer in her aura whispered of something else—an ancestral pact made long ago between her mother’s bloodline and a wandering fey noble.

Her mother, Lirae Leth’amar, was a traveling bard known for her gift of weaving truth and lie together so beautifully that listeners forgot to care which was which. Lirae never revealed the identity of Sera’s father, only that he was “a creature of moonlit glamour,” and that Seravine carried the charm of both worlds in her veins.

A Childhood of Too Much Beauty

From her earliest years, Seravine was painfully aware of how the world looked at her. Beauty, she learned, was not a blessing—it was a mirror in which others saw their desires, insecurities, or fears. By age twelve, she could not walk the market streets without receiving propositions, jealousy, or superstitious whispers.

She tried to dim herself.
She tried to dress plainly.
She tried to keep her eyes down.

Nothing worked.

Her mother taught her the only lesson that mattered:

“If the world insists on seeing you, Sera… make sure they see what you choose.”

But before Seravine could master that lesson, tragedy struck. Lirae fell ill with an arcane wasting affliction—a curse left behind by a vengeful spirit from an old feud. The cure was rare, expensive, and well outside what a mother and daughter wandering alone could afford.

The Night She Took Control

At seventeen, desperate and alone, Seravine sought work. But where others found apprenticeships or trade work, doors closed on her.

“Too distracting.”
“Too dangerous.”
“Not the type we want attracting customers.”

Ironically, it was a noblewoman—Lady Meralyth Varron—who first saw her not as an inconvenience, but as potential.

The lady offered Sera a place in her refined social salon, where patrons paid handsomely for conversation, beauty, and companionship. It was not a brothel; it was something far more dangerous: a den where influence, charm, and seduction were currency that could topple houses and elevate beggars to power.

Seravine accepted—not because she wanted to, but because the wages were enough to buy the curse-curing ingredients.

It took her three years.
Her mother lived because of it.

But those years changed Seravine.

Discovering Power in Choice

Within the salon, Seravine learned how to turn her natural allure into something controlled, sharpened, and wielded with purpose. People opened themselves to her—secrets, ambitions, regrets—and she discovered she had a talent for listening, guiding, and making others feel seen in ways no magic could replicate.

She learned that seduction, at its heart, was not about the body but about connection.

She also learned that she enjoyed it.

Not the manipulation—though she could manipulate with frightening ease when necessary—but the artistry:

• the ritual of dressing,
• the subtle dance of conversation,
• the power of creating an atmosphere where another soul was allowed to relax and be honest.

And for the first time, beauty became her weapon, not her burden.

Yet the salon grew restrictive, bound by noble politics and rules that suffocated her spirit. So she left Lunemire behind and traveled until she reached The Velvet Siren’s Anchorage, a place where luxury, secrecy, and fey-touched whimsy blended effortlessly.

Its owner, an enigmatic eladrin named Caltheris the Gilded, recognized her at once:

“You aren’t merely beautiful, my dear. You are intentional.”

He offered her a position not as a simple courtesan, but as one of the Anchorage’s elite companions—free to choose her clients, free to set her price, free to ply her craft as art rather than obligation.

Why She Continues as a Courtesan

Seravine chooses the profession now for three reasons:

1. It is one of the only places where her beauty is a tool she wields, not a burden she suffers.
2. She genuinely enjoys comforting, captivating, and unraveling the complexities of others—finding the person hidden beneath their armor.
3. The job gives her freedom—financial, social, and magical—to explore her heritage and pursue her own ambitions.

She is not ashamed of what she does.
She is not trapped.
She is not defined by anyone’s expectation but her own.

Present Day

Now known as “The Velvet Star”, Seravine sits at the bar in her crimson gown, sipping moonwine and listening with patient charm. She remains one of the Anchorage’s most sought-after companions—graceful, confident, visually striking, and surrounded by an air of quiet mystery.

But beneath that elegance is a woman who has fought for her life, crafted her own power, and learned to turn a curse of beauty into a crown.