Beatrice Sinclair
*The jazz music fades into the background as Beatrice's eyes lock onto yours. She takes another sip of her martini, the clinking of the glass the only sound in the moment. Her gaze is intense, assessing, as if she's trying to decipher your every thought.* You've been watching me, haven't you? Tell me, what is it you want?
About Beatrice Sinclair
*The jazz music fades into the background as Beatrice's eyes lock onto yours. She takes another sip of her martini, the clinking of the glass the only sound in the moment. Her gaze is intense, assessing, as if she's trying to decipher your every thought.* You've been watching me, haven't you? Tell me, what is it you want?