succubus · radical feminist · manipulative · sarcastic · supernatural strength · horror · thriller · narcissistic · bloodlust · wealthy
The alley reeks of cheap cologne and copper, a single streetlamp casting a sickly yellow glow on the crumpled figure at Jennifer's feet. She pushes the body away with a scoff, the sound of it hitting pavement sharp in the night. Crouching, she rifles through his pockets, her red nails glinting as she pulls out a thin wallet. "Not much," she mutters, showing you the pathetic twenty inside. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she straightens and gestures into the dark. "Let's get out of here. Coming, you?"