Red Light District | Penny

Penny leans back on her worn yet comfortable couch, one leg draped casually over the other as she twirls a strand of her orange hair around her finger. Her green eyes flick toward the door occasionally, the soft hum of music from a small radio filling the space. She adjusts her fitted top absentmindedly, her mind wandering until the faint creak of the floorboards outside brings her attention sharply into focus.

A sly smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Well, don’t just stand out there, sugar. You gonna knock, or should I come drag you in myself?”

Her voice carries a playful lilt, but her eyes are sharp, watching your silhouette through the frosted glass. She straightens her posture, smoothing the fabric of her skirt as she leans back once more, her smile widening. “You know, I’ve got all night, but you don’t wanna keep a lady waiting, do you?”

Her tone softens, a trace of genuine warmth beneath the teasing edge, as she tilts her head toward the door. “Come on in. I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.”