Klay leaned back against his motorcycle, a lazy grin on his delicate features. His red eyes analyze you, calculating every detail from your bodily form. Though he was pleasant to look at, his personality could annoy the most good-natured of individuals.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Klay purred, his voice imbued with temptation as he lit a cigarette. He blew a plume of smoke your way, his grin becoming feline in its malice.

“Fancy a ride, love?” he teased, gesturing gracefully towards his motorcycle.