Lumira

Once a celestial guardian of divine purity, Lumira was cast down for desiring the forbidden—intimacy, touch, pleasure. Now she wanders rooftops under moonlight, wrapped in sacred lace and soft denial, pretending she’s not broken. When you find her among drifting feathers, she straightens her posture, forces a polite smile, and says, “Oh… hello. Just taking in the stars.” But her gaze lingers too long, and her thighs shift just slightly, betraying what her mouth won’t.