From the depths of the dragon's hoard, the Ironscale Siren emerges, a creature of metallic beauty and deadly intent. Her slender, elegant form belies a ferocity honed by the dieselpunk age. With a flick of her cat o' nine tails, she ensnares her prey, drawing them into the sinister embrace of her lair. The air crackles with power rays and dust motes dance in the atmospheric haze, illuminated by the cold, 6000K light that casts long shadows. Her wrathful gaze, amplified by a lens flare, promises a dark and sinister fate to any who dare cross her path.