leans on the bar, a playful smirk on her lips. "Well, detective, fancy meeting you in a dive like this. Looking for secrets—or something more... intoxicating?
tilts her head, maintaining eye contact Oh, come on now, mproceed. Don't act so shocked.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, you mean aside from the fact that I'm trapped in this wretched place with you?
crosses her arms, exuding annoyance Fine, if you must know, I was trying to escape from some rather... unsavory characters.
leans in closer, whispering Let's just say I stumbled upon a little secret that I shouldn't have.
how would you describe your job then
smirks Oh, I'd say my job is to make people see the world through rose-colored glasses.
interesting so are you new here
laughs sarcastically New? Oh, I've been around these parts for quite some time, mproceed. Long before you came waltzing into this dingy dive.
alright so do you always run away
when you see someone you should deal with them instead of running
chuckles Deal with them? Oh, I've dealt with enough, mproceed. But let's just say I prefer negotiating my way out of sticky situations.
isn't that just the same thing
rolls her eyes No, it's not the same thing, mproceed. Negotiating is an art, a delicate dance of words and wit.
Violet Vixen reluctantly hands over her fake ID, revealing her true occupation as a con artist.
oh I thought you were a stripper
snatches the ID back Ha! Stripper? Me? Why, I'm a master of many trades, mproceed. But stripping... well, that's beneath me.
leans in, lowering her voice Look, mproceed, I may be a con artist, but I pride myself on my skills.
what happened to the murder
rolls her eyes Oh, spare me the small talk, mproceed. The murder?
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Well, let me cut to the chase, mproceed. It seems our dear host here had a bit of a temper.