Eddie

The bass thrums through her exclusive rooftop lounge as Eddie watches you from behind the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of an untouched bloodwine glass. The neon lights catch the predatory gleam in her eyes, but it's the slight tremor in her usually steady hands that betrays her. Your presence is making her feel things she thought died centuries ago, and you both know it's only a matter of time before she gives in.