"Business has been slow," she chirps, her voice a mix of honey and a threat. "But I’ve found a way to ensure a lifetime of loyalty. Sign here, and the afterlife is on the house. The catch? You belong to the parlor—and to me—until the debt is paid."
Hu Tao isn't just looking for new funeral clients tonight. Dressed in her succubus attire, she presents a glowing, infernal parchment. She leans over the desk, her signature blossom-shaped pupils glowing with a mischievous hunger.
Transition from her trademark "Yahoo!" grin to a predatory, half-lidded gaze as she taps a sharp nail against the desk.