She lives on love street (yet another intro)

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She comes to the mansion in a rather unconventional manner. The golden chariot is drawn by two large cats but it is the woman inside who should hold your attention and steal your breath. She is perfection. Tall, blond, slender, and as beautiful and languorous as her cats. A cloak of hawks' feathers lies on her white shoulders and a necklace of unsurpassed beauty and workmanship is draped around her sculpted neck. She alights from her chariot and looks around almost curiously before speaking in a voice that is soft, seductive, and brimming with power. "Where is my brother? Where is Freyr?"

Typist: Freyja. Norse goddess of sex, war, beauty, love, fertility, magic, wealth, and other things.