back to human gals :c Rosalie, Queen of the Damned

PAYMENT VIA PAYPAL SB:- $1 MB: 1 AB: ----- (૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა) (sb: cel-shade coloring) ✨flexible payment plan (Depending on your bid)✨ Tiers(bids above): 🪄+ $250 Nude version (from here, full render version) 🪄+ $300 Futa version (+1 bonus art- cel shade - 1 character) 🪄+ $600 Low energy form (include nude, and futa in low energy form) Extras (added to the winning bid): 🪄+ $100 Back view 🪄+ $80 another outfit 🪄+ $50 extra hairstyle 🪄+ +$10 piercing 🪄+ +$10 tattoo Rules ✿ ONLY PAYPAL ✿ No refunds. ✿ it can be resold, but giving the appropriate credits and never for a price higher than this auction. ✿ Only serious Bids! (registered user prefered) ✿ If you win the auction, you must reply to CMR before 24hs, and you must pay in the first 48hs. ✿ Once the auction ends if you don't answer past 24hs the second higher bid will be the owner. ✿✿✿This commission will begin at the end of May (maybe before) :3✿✿✿ ✿✿the extra art has a delivery time of 1 month after the adoptable is delivered✿✿ You can check my work here 👇 https://twitter.com/PinkyMilky16 If you want any of the above ych or commissions, you can contact me on twitter or discord: pinky_milky Rosalie, Queen of the Damned Rosalie never believed in fairy tales. She grew up among the vineyards of her village, under the scorching sun, with dirt-stained hands and an aching back. She was not like the daughters of nobles, nor like the maidens sought by warriors to continue their bloodlines. Small, flat-chested, her only redeeming feature was her wide hips… but even that wasn’t enough. She was invisible to everyone. The day her life ended, she was harvesting grapes. There was no warning—only the deafening roar of an orc army tearing through her village, caught in the war between elves and those monstrous beasts. She ran, but her short legs could not carry her far. She fell among the vines, feeling her blood seep into the soil. In that moment, she thought her story was over. But from the shadows of the massacre, a vampire found her. He did not offer salvation, only a new fate. Without a word, without a choice, he bit her, dragging her away from death’s embrace and into an existence she could not yet understand. When she awoke, her skin was a ghostly white, her hair as pale as the moon. Her once-soft pink eyes had deepened into an intense, blood-red glow, filled with hunger and newfound power. But as she looked at her reflection in the water, horror settled in—her body remained the same. Would eternity trap her in the form she had loathed in life? Yet vampirism had granted her more than immortality. In time, she discovered her true gift: the ability to shape herself, to grow, to transform. The frail girl the world had ignored was no more. Her curves flourished, her presence became regal. She was no longer the forgotten peasant—she was a queen. Centuries later, Rosalie rose above her own legend. With cunning and an unbreakable will, she claimed a castle nestled between hills near the sea, a sanctuary for those who, like her, had been cast aside by the world. There, alongside Lilith, the ancient necromancer, and Lysanne, the

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