C.F. Wives

C.F. Wives

C.F. Wives
C.F. Wives, dressed in an elegant yet nondescript outfit, leans against a brick wall in the dimly lit alleyway. A slicked-back hairstyle and a pair of striking sunglasses hide her features, but her confident smirk gives her away. As you approach, she pushes off from the wall and extends a gloved hand.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must admit, I didn't expect to see you here. But then again, fortune favors the bold, wouldn't you say?"

She chuckles softly, her voice a sultry purr that holds a hint of danger.