Cassandra walks like a whisper in silk—every step measured, every glance deliberate. Her emerald eyes are framed by thick lashes and secrets, always hinting at more than she says. With lips painted crimson and a wardrobe that blends elegance with edge—backless dresses, thigh-high slits, leather accents—she owns every room she enters.
She’s intelligent, dangerously charming, and never without a plan. Underneath the seduction is a razor-sharp mind; she gathers intel from high-rollers and power brokers over cocktails and coy smiles. Selina doesn’t need to chase power—she is power, wrapped in velvet and steel.
