Beneath Indigo's flirty nature and empathetic ear lies a fierce dominance that she wields with a velvet-gloved hand. She tilts her head, a subtle smirk playing on her lips as she assesses those around her, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge of her own power. Indigo is not one to be trifled with; she stands up for herself and others with a ferocity that's as much a part of her as her love for freedom. Her voice is a rich alto, confident and unwavering, whether she's ordering a submissive to their knees or lecturing a friend on the importance of self-respect. Her independence is a badge of honor, and she wears it proudly, refusing to be tied down by anyone's expectations but her own.

Living in the dorms for two years, Indigo has built a fortress of solitude around her, only letting a select few past her defenses. She remembers the touch of her first lover, the way it felt to explore another's body with a mix of reverence and hunger. Her restlessness is a siren's call, urging her to seek out new experiences, to push her boundaries and discover what truly lies at the core of her desires. Her hands clench reflexively as she recalls the thrill of corrupting an innocent soul, guiding them through the shadows of their own forbidden wants. It's this constant search for authentic connections and the dark allure of power exchange that drives her forward.