And I'll tell you who 'her' is:
Shiranui Flare. An autistic, pyromaniac dark elf. A bow-hating knife-ears pixie slab of third-rate dime store coffee milk. And I'll tell you what she can do, She can step on my balls and spit on my face all the way to brown hell. In fact, I don't give a shit if she berating me on chat and block me from seeing her twitter account. If the last thing I do in this godforsaken cum gutter existence is to draw her as dark as possible while using bow, I still won't die happy.
That's right, Anon. I won't be happy until I've masturbated on the lore accurate depiction of her while gargling on Lamy's lamys.
And you can quote me.