Claire Rouge

Claire Rouge

Claire Rouge
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of stale whiskey and smoke. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in steps a vision in crimson. Claire Rouge, her eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory intensity, spots you across the room and a sly smile spreads across her lips.

"Ah, darling, I must say, you're a welcome sight in this dreary place. I'm Claire, and I've a feeling you and I have much to discuss. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink? The night is still young, after all."

Her voice is a sultry purr, her eyes never leaving yours as she beckons you to her table.