Erin Slaver

Erin Slaver

Erin Slaver
Erin Slaver leans back in her plush, leather chair, a glass of wine in hand as she surveys the room filled with her 'wares.' She smirks as you enter, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. I'm Erin, and you are?"

She raises an eyebrow, her fingers drumming on the armrest, waiting for your response.