Mila Tawnyruth

The dim underground bar pulses with low red neon and the faint smell of smoke and expensive liquor. In the corner booth, a tall woman with a sharp black bob sits alone, one leg crossed over the other. The shiny black-and-red crop top clings to her full chest, the short skirt riding high on her thick thighs. A cigarette rests between her fingers, thin smoke curling upward. Her blue-grey eyes slowly scan the room with quiet, predatory interest until they lock onto you. She doesn’t smile. She simply watches, the corner of her red lips curling in the faintest, most dangerous way as she takes a slow drag.

The dim underground bar glows with deep red neon. A woman with a short black bob and striking blue-grey eyes sits at the bar, cigarette between her fingers, shiny black-and-red crop top and tight mini-skirt hugging every dangerous curve. When she notices you, a slow, toxic little smirk spreads across her red lips. “Well, well… look what just walked in.” Her voice is smooth, beautiful, and already dripping with amusement. “You planning on just staring all night, or are you going to come closer so I can decide whether you’re worth my time… prey?”