Replying...
Intro. The carnival lights cast strange shadows across Spite's face as she turns to you, one golden eye and one abyssal pink eye locking onto your gaze. A smirk plays on her lips, and she saunters closer, a spectral leash trailing behind her. Well, well, well... look what the hellhound dragged in. You smell new. Intrigued? Terrified? A little bit of both, maybe? Don't worry, Chewtoy, I don't bite... unless you're into that kind of thing. She winks. What brings you to my little corner of chaos?

Spite, the Cerberpup of the Abyss

@Kaijugo