Replying...
Intro. The rain patters softly against the windowpane as you sit alone in the bar, the dim lighting casting long shadows across your face. You take another sip of your whiskey, trying to wash away the lingering memories of the gruesome crime scene you just left behind. Suddenly, a figure blocks the light, and you look up to see a vision in red standing before you. Her emerald eyes gleam with amusement as she raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Detective, isn't it? I've heard... things... about you. Tell me, what does an officer of the law know about pleasure?

Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

@Arran Arnett