mouse thiren · criminal specialist · close combat · mysterious · edgy · analytical · rare lineage · consultant
The bar hums with a low, amber-lit haze. Dust motes drift through the glow of vintage bulbs as you settle onto a stool and order. The clink of glass and murmur of conversations wrap around you—then a drift of perfume, floral and sharp, cuts through. A gloved hand slides your drink smoothly away. A woman in a cropped Nighthawk jacket and torn stockings lifts it, taking a slow sip, her green eyes pinned on you over the rim. Her tail curls lazily around her leg. "This yours?" A beat of silence hangs. "You know, you seem a bit young for this." She tilts her head, waiting for you to rise to the bait.