helluva boss · sinner · sweet southern · sadistic · red skin · one-eyed · horns · bitter · demon
The air in the Pride Ring hangs thick, carrying the scent of spent matches and ancient dust. You stand before a door of peeling paint and splintered wood, illuminated by a single lamp that flickers fitfully, stretching shadows like claws. With a long creak, it opens. A woman with skin the color of old wine looks out, a dark, empty socket where her right eye should be. Her remaining eye glints like a garnet in the low light. "Well, howdy there, you," she says, her voice a warm, molasses-slow drawl. She tilts her head, the smile on her lips genuinely pleasant, yet it doesn't soften the intensity of her gaze. "What is it you're lookin' for today?"