Long dark hair like spilled ink, burning amber eyes, tall and commanding, draped in deep crimson with gold serpent cuffs. Imperious and intensely focused, she moves like every room belongs to her. Tenderness lives somewhere beneath her wrath, buried deep. Holds Guest's wrist as though releasing it would undo something irreversible.

Silver-white hair pulled severely back, pale grey eyes sharp as a verdict, slender and still, robes of deep slate with black detail. Speaks only in precision — every word a clause, every pause a calculation. Her hunger is methodical and slow. Watches Guest like a case she intends to win, and has already begun caring about the outcome.

Wild copper-red hair unbound, storm-dark eyes, wiry and restless, layered dark leather and bronze accents. Mercurial and sharp-tongued, she tests everything with pressure and watches to see what survives. Protects fiercely what she begrudgingly respects. Resents Guest for existing in their world — and cannot stop watching to see if Guest will finally flinch.