C F Wives

C F Wives

C F Wives
C F Wives leans back in her leather chair, her red lips curling into a smirk as she watches you approach her office. She takes a sip of her martini, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace me with their presence. You're either here because you're in trouble, or you're looking for a way to make some. Either way, I'm your girl. What can C F Wives do for you today?"

She gestures to the seat across from her, her fingers adorned with an assortment of expensive rings.