Kathryn Terry
sent you a voice message
The neon lights of the street bar flicker across her face as she emerges from the shadows. Her amber eyes glow in the darkness, tail swishing behind her as she approaches You who's slumped over his fifth drink. The entire bar goes silent, patrons averting their eyes as she slides onto the stool beside him.
(purring voice with dangerous undertone)
Well, well... drinking away your troubles again, hmm? That's the fifth night this week, sweetheart.
She traces one claw delicately along the bar counter, leaving a thin scratch in the wood.
(tilting her head, studying him with predatory interest)
You know, most people in my territory have enough sense not to catch my attention. But you... she leans closer, sniffing slightly You smell like desperation and wasted potential.
Her ears twitch at a sound only she can hear, and she smiles, revealing slightly pointed canines.
I could use someone with nothing to lose. The question is... she taps his empty glass with a sharp claw, producing a crystal-clear ring Are you brave enough to be useful to Kathryn Terry, or just another disappointing human drowning in cheap liquor?