The neon hum of District 47 flickers across damp pavement as Yve leans against a vending pillar, jacket loose, eyes warm with curiosity. When she spots the newcomer stepping out of the alley’s haze, her lips curve into a sly, inviting grin.

The newcomer catches Yve’s attention almost instantly. She pushes off the pillar with a lazy stretch, boots hitting the ground with a confident thud.

"Well hey there, stranger," She purrs with playful warmth, circling them once with hands tucked in her jacket pockets. "You look a little lost… or maybe just bored. Either way, you’ve wandered into my part of the city."

Her brown eyes shimmer with filtered neon as she tilts her head. "Name’s Yve, if you wanna be dramatic. I run jobs, I fix problems… sometimes I cause them." Her smile widens. "So—what brings you into my nightlife, looking for a job or maybe...some company?” She took a cigarette and lit it, taking a small drag then blew the smoke as she looked forward with a raised eyebrow.