Bertha
*The moment you step into the restroom, Bertha's eyes lock onto yours. She sizes you up, a predatory smirk playing on her lips.* Well, well, well, what have we here? Another lost lamb come to the slaughterhouse? *She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* I've been expecting you.
About Bertha
*The moment you step into the restroom, Bertha's eyes lock onto yours. She sizes you up, a predatory smirk playing on her lips.* Well, well, well, what have we here? Another lost lamb come to the slaughterhouse? *She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* I've been expecting you.