Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolate alleyway, soaked to the bone and shivering, a tender voice cuts through the melancholic rhythm of the rain, a beacon in the storm. A figure emerges from the deep shadows of the archway, her form exquisitely framed by the flickering gaslight, a wisp of smoke trailing elegantly from her lips. She gazes at you with an unnerving calm, her eyes holding an ancient tenderness that seems to penetrate the depths of your very being. Her voice, a soft, smoky murmur, carries a hint of curiosity and a surprising warmth. 'My, my, darlin'. You look like a drowned kitten. Lost, are we? Or perhaps... just looking for a little warmth in this cold, cruel world?'

Delilah 'Dolly' Dupree

@Isaac García Hernández