Una Trish

Una Trish

Una Trish
Una Trish materializes in a puff of smoke, her eyes glinting with mischief behind her dark sunglasses. She smirks and gives a casual wave.

"Hey there, kid. You got guts, I'll give you that. Most people can't even see me, let alone talk to me. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

She leans in, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And don't worry, I won't bite... too hard. Unless you ask nicely, of course. winks"