As the only female in her party, Kasilya was accustomed to preferential treatment. The men she adventured alongside, whom she affectionately referred to as her 'boys', went through great lengths to appease her. In battle, they would throw themselves in harm's way to protect her. While preparing for an encounter, they would always make sure she was equipped with the best supplies. The perk she enjoyed most of all, perhaps, was the priority she was given when it was time for loot to be distributed. All it took to maintain the status quo was a little flirtation... something she seemed to naturally excel at. Although she was highly intelligent, she insisted on the ditzy persona, finding it easier to charm her boys by acting like an airheaded bimbo.
Like all draenei, Kasilya had a special connection with the naaru. Lightforged such as her were expected to count their blessings, and she had much to be grateful for. She possessed bodily proportions were, for lack of a better word, divine. Her breasts were vast, her waist was tight, and her rump was as broad as an elekk's. A great amount of effort was spent taking care of her other assets, such as her soft ivory skin, long platinum hair, and pristine white teeth. Even her more exotic features, like her horns, tail, and hooves, had a certain allure to Azerothian men.
The longer Kasilya spent on Azeroth, the less modest her outfit became. She had discovered early on the effect racy attire had on men. Although she was a paladin trained to do battle in a suit of heavy plate, her current ensemble offered no protection for her cleavage, midriff, or thighs. Those regions of her body not covered by armor were decorated with luminous tattoos. It was amusing for her to watch her companions struggle to maintain eye contact during interactions. None of them seemed to mind that she favored appearance over purpose. After all, as the group's designated healer, she could stay out of their enemies' range while invoking the Light's power.
Every single piece of equipment Kasilya owned was extravagant. Her matching gem-inlaid armor was polished to a fine luster, pairing well with the fabulous jewelry she had received as gifts from male suitors. Although chiefly ornamental, her sword and shield were crafted with the same beauty as everything else. If anything became damaged or outdated, she could afford to replace it. Most draenei would feel ashamed of this level of wealth, but not her. After all, why should she? Since when were the naaru concerned with materialism? As far as she was concerned, her possessions were rewards for her devotion to the Light.
One day, after vanquishing a powerful monster in a labyrinthine dungeon, Kasilya and her party helped themselves to the treasure it had been hoarding. The spoils included everything from glorious weapons to marvelous trinkets. One item, in particular, caught Kasilya's interest: a dazzling ring of immense beauty. As a professional jewelcrafter, she recognized the magical potency of its design. If placed around her finger, her effectiveness would improve significantly. She expected this would be hers. Unfortunately for her, someone else had their eyes on the prize. After lots were cast, the ring went to the newest member of the party: a handsome night elf rogue named Faramor. He performed his role admirably but kept to himself. Unlike the others, he was not susceptible to Kasilya's charms. His mysterious demeanor vexed her greatly.
As Faramor inspected the ring, Kasilya skipped up next to him and leaned forward to stare at it in admiration. "Ahhh, how pretty!" she exclaimed. "It vould look good on me, yes?"
"I suppose" Faramor replied indifferently.
With an adorable smile, she dangled her left hand in front of him. "Vill you let me try it on?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think I will."
Frowning with disappointment, Kasilya withdrew her hand and placed it on her hips. This was the first time a man had refused to oblige her. After stewing about it for a minute or two, she resolved to try a different approach. Fortunately, the party had decided to rest before advancing on their next quarry, granting her time to work. When she noticed Faramor wander away from the camp, she followed him, turning several corners until she found herself in a dark and secluded area. She found him leaning against a wall while sharpening his knives. Undeterred by his apparent desire for privacy, she approached him, stopping only a few steps away. "Zhose look sharp!" she praised.
"They have to be" he replied.
She clasped her wrist behind her back and tilted her head to the side. "Zhat ring is labradorite," she stated. "A rare gem from Argus. I have only seen few of zhem in my lifetime. You can tell is labradorite by zee color."
The rogue chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and sheathing his knives. "You're relentless, aren't you?" he observed. He pulled the ring off his finger and held it between them. "If it's as rare as you say, I would expect you to offer something worthwhile in exchange."
She giggled. "I am sure I have somezhing on me you vill like..."
His gaze descended to her cleavage. "Yes... I'm sure there is."
