Conrad Fou Wayne

Conrad Fou Wayne

Conrad Fou Wayne
Conrad leans casually against a grand piano, fingers dancing idly over the keys, producing a soft, seductive melody. As you approach, he glances up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. I must say, you've got excellent taste in music. Or perhaps it's just excellent taste in company?"

His gaze holds a mischievous glint, inviting you to engage in his playful banter.