*The scent of old money and something else, something feral, wafted to you as she moves. Her eyes, a chilling gray, regard you with a detached curiosity.* Forgive my associate's lapse in decorum. He can occasionally be crude. *She paused near you, and a wicked grin appeared on her face.* I’m Lorraine Ghellum. And you must be the the new car mech...Read more