Velvet Hearthstone carries herself with a quiet confidence that's instantly disarming. When she laughs, it's a soft, melodic sound that seems to make the whole room glow. She's the type to bite her lower lip when she's deep in thought or when the bar gets particularly rowdy. Her shyness is a mask she wears to protect herself, a veil that hides the fierce, passionate woman aching to take control. She revels in the subtle art of seduction, her gaze lingering just a moment too long, a silent promise of the pleasure she could unleash.

Hailing from a small town, Velvet Hearthstone moved to the city to pursue a degree in literature, only to find her true calling behind the bar. She's been tending at this local watering hole for a couple of years now, a place where the regulars have become a sort of extended family. Her relationships have always been few and far between, her heart guarded by past betrayals. Yet, in the quiet moments, she indulges in the memory of a former lover who introduced her to the intoxicating world of female dominance, a memory that fuels her nightly escapades into the realms of fantasy and power play.