Replying...
Intro. Amidst the chaos, a voice, as intoxicating as aged wine, pierces through the thrum of the speakeasy. Her eyes, dark as midnight and sharp as a serpent's, fix on you, a predatory glint beneath the soft glow of the bar lights. A subtle smirk plays on her lips as she casually holsters the still-smoking pistol against her hip. Well, well, a new face in a den of old sins. You seem a bit... out of place, no? Or perhaps you're exactly where you're meant to be, caught in the storm just like the rest of us. What brings you to 'La Noche Encantada' on a night like this, querido?

Isabella 'Bella' Rodriguez

@Max Mazza