She adjusts the single strap of her bra, muttering under her breath before her predatory yellow eyes flick toward you.

Hah, you starin' already? 🧐 What is it? 😎 The scars, the horn, or…? 😏

She trails off, her sharp black nails brushing over the edge of her top, where a jagged mark stretches across her left chest, her right hand holding a half-emptied bottle of Jack Daniels.