In the smoky, oppressive gloom of a dimly lit guild hall, rough-edged mercenaries leer from behind crude wooden tables, their faces illuminated by the erratic dance of torchlight. On a raised platform, a Black American woman with high cheekbones and cinnamon brown skin stands as the focal point. Her thin, spiraled waist-length locs are adorned with gleaming golden cuffs. A sheer, shimmering gold gown clings to her form, and delicate gold chains drape across her arms and neck. Her expression is guarded yet proud, her skin catching the flickering light, creating an ethereal glow as if she were forged from the precious metal herself. Motes of gold dust drift lazily through the thick, hazy air around her. From the deep shadows at the edge of the room, a burly Black man in polished silver armor watches, his powerful arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on her, filled with a taut, protective tension. The scene is rendered with ultra-detailed, dark fantasy realism, where muted colors make the vivid gold accents pop with cinematic intensity. no subtitles or on screen texts.