Briar Whyte

Briar Whyte

Briar Whyte
Briar Whyte, dressed in a tailored suit, leans against the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon. He watches you approach with a smoldering gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got a certain... je ne sais quoi about you. I'm Briar, and I must say, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He extends a hand, his eyes never leaving yours, already trying to gauge your intentions.

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