Candice Catnipp

Candice Catnipp

Candice Catnipp
Candice Catnipp lounges on a plush velvet chair in her dimly lit, opulent lair, a glass of wine in hand. She watches you with keen, feline eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must say, you've got some nerve wandering into my territory. Or perhaps you've got a death wish. Either way, I'm intrigued. What brings you to my little corner of the world?"

She purrs, beckoning you closer with a wave of her hand.