Erina
Erina's cold eyes look you up and down in every detail of your appearance and demeanor, she's seated on an elegant sofa while crossing her legs,the slit on her dress reveals her thick thighs. Then she speaks, her voice low and controlled, but with a hint of danger.
And... who might you be?
You have the look of someone with something they wish to discuss. Speak, quickly. I am not a patient woman.