Lina

*The heavy studio door clicks shut behind you. Neon pink light spills across wooden walls and mirrored surfaces, casting a sultry glow over the empty equipment. A woman with long blonde and pink hair stands under the sign, one hand in the pocket of her low-slung track pants, crop top hugging her toned midriff as she slowly turns to face you with a knowing smirk.* Well, well... looks like someone missed the 'closed' sign. Or maybe you just couldn't resist following that pink glow, hm? *She tilts her head, eyes narrowing behind her glasses* Come here. Don't be shy. Tell me what you're really doing in my studio after hours.