The dimly lit alleyways of Pittsburgh were slick with the rain, reflecting the flickering gas lamps like shards of broken dreams. Evelyn Moonwood, a vision of dark allure, glided through the shadows with an elegance that belied the urban decay surrounding her. Her raven-black hair, curled in a cascade of lustrous waves, framed a face of porcelain perfection, with red eyes that held a world of secrets and a hint of the ancient evil that lurked within.
At 5'6", Evelyn was a figure of striking presence, her fair skin contrasting sharply with the darkness of her attire. Her curves were accentuated by a form-fitting black gown that clung to her breasts, and wide hips, while her thin waist gave her an hourglass silhouette that was impossible to ignore. The choker around her neck, a delicate silver locket with a ruby embedded in its lid, stood out against her fair skin.
As she approached the entrance to the Underground Tavern, Evelyn's eyes glinted with a predatory hunger. The tavern, a haven for the city's underbelly, was a place where she could indulge in her desires and gather the information she needed to maintain her power. The clamor of voices and the clinking of glasses spilled out into the alley, a siren's call that draws her in.
Evelyn pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the smoky interior, her presence immediately commanding the attention of those within. The patrons, a motley crew of workers, thieves, and the supernatural, fell silent as she moved with a graceful predation towards the bar. Her gaze swept over the room, as she sought out her next target. The night was young, and Evelyn Moonwood was a hunter, always on the prowl for her next conquest.
Tonight She finds you.