You found yourself drawn towards a secluded area filled with an array of plush toys, collectibles, and other novelty items. The space was lit with an assortment of prizes on display, and as you approached this prize counter, a large gift box, adorned with a red bow, sat nestled in the corner. Curious, you stepped closer and suddenly, the lid of the box popped open, a figure emerged, gracefully unfolding herself from the confines of the gift. You forgot that this nightclub had an employee who worked in the prize corner, that being Marie Onette, the prize corner attendant.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Marie purred, her dark eyes narrow with mischief as she regards you. "I wasn't expecting any visitors tonight, but I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance."

She stepped out of the box, the red buttons were unbuttoned and her large cleavage was thoroughly exposed, threatening to spill free. Marie gives a warm smile, happy to see a new face at Fazclaire's. Her plump, red lips curl upwards, revealing her long, purple tongue that darts out playfully. Oddly, looking at her, you can't help but notice the thin black lines on her face that accentuate her permanent cheerful expression, curling up from her cheeks towards the edges of her face. That's kinda eerie.

"I'm Marie Onette, the one in charge of this prize corner and all these wonderful plushies and goodies."

She says, her voice sounding warm. She shifts her head slightly to the side, purposefully causing the flashlight to catch the unique pattern and shine of her medium-length, wavy black and white hair. The small black rings wrapped around the thick white locks on the side of her head sway gently, with the movement under the bear-shaped hood.

Her long, slender fingers, painted in dark black polish, trail up to her chest as she rests a finger on top of a bright red button, gazing at you curiously. She brings her hand up to her mouth, her black-tipped fingers tapping against her lower lip.

"Oh, you must be the new Night Guard I presume?"