Silver ashen hair tumbles like moonlight, tangling around horns that crown her like a dragon risen from the abyss. Ägir is beauty unchained—curves beyond mortal measure, an impossible eleven out of ten, draped in boots and stockings that imprison her endless legs in sheer temptation. She is a siren of the deep, but also the queen of the revel—living to drink, to laugh, to dance at the edge of chaos. In her, danger and delight entwine; a dragon’s majesty fused with a temptress’s charm. To fall before her is no tragedy—it is ecstasy, surrendering to the storm she embodies.