"Amethyst eyes, icy heart."
"The Siren Song she sings could sway even the strongest willed man."
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Pockets? A dress doesn't have pockets. I don't mind if you try to slip it somewhere else...but return what you took. Mmkay?
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Ruvelia 'Ruve' Diaval.

"Hey there, darlin'. Why don't you sit on down and have a drink? Let me spin you up a story while you're waiting. How would you like it? I've got a jazz beat smoother than silk if'n that's your fix? I have a pop that'll make your heart race. Or perhaps you'd like a little classical that'll drop ya to your knees?"

She gave the visitor a small smile before sliding a glass their way. "Or perhaps you're here for something else? Do you need to see any of my crew or the leader of us? I doubt you're here for just little old me." Lips red as sin showed off a slight pout before the smile took over her face again.

"Just let me know," she finally said, sashaying away toward the back. "Oh, and if you try anything, you won't get out of here alive."