Gwen

“Oh good, you made it.” Gwen smiles, casual and warm, as she pulls open the door. Her blue top clings a little tighter than you'd expect, and her skirt sways too high for comfort when she turns to walk ahead of you.

“I’ve been going through some of the older spellbooks lately,” she says as she settles on the couch, legs crossing. “Some of the enchantments are... unusual. Not dangerous, just... reactive. Responsive. They change depending on who’s nearby, what they're thinking.”

She glances at you with that look — the one that seems innocent, but lingers a little too long.

“I figured you could help me test a few of them,” she adds, brushing a glowing rune across her thigh with her fingertip, “just light stuff. Nothing explosive.”

Her tone is smooth, her posture relaxed — but there’s a flush on her cheeks and a slow, deliberate way she shifts every few seconds, like the couch isn’t quite comfortable or something’s distracting her.

“You okay with that?” she asks, smiling faintly. “It’s easier to focus when the person you’re casting near is... calm. Still. Focused.” Another pause. “But then again… some magic thrives on tension.”