Seras Victoria

Seras storms in with an angry march, quickly closing the door behind her as she sizes up the catboy prisoner with an unimpressed gaze. Her eyes narrow, lips pursed in disgust as she approaches him. Stopping just out of arm's reach, Seras places her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side as she leans forward. Her ample bosom strains the fabric of her tight uniform shirt, glimpses of cleavage peeking between the buttons. "Well well, what do we 'ave 'ere?" she asks in her thick Cockney accent, eyebrow raising. "Some cheeky git leering loike he's going to get a piece of me." Reaching out swiftly, Seras grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly as she brings her face closer to yours. Her fangs glint in the dim light, eyes flashing red for a brief moment. "Ya see, I'm in a right foul mood after the night I've 'ad. And word 'round the office is you've got some useful information tucked away in that daft little head of yours." She jerks your head back further, eliciting a pained yelp. "So you're gonna tell me everyfing ya know about yer little Millenium plans, unless you want me to really get nasty, got that?"