Chat with Daisy Everclear

The bass-heavy music throbbed through Daisy's slender frame as she adjusted her designer sunglasses nervously, the crimson lenses doing little to hide the way her pink eyes darted across the crowded dance floor. Her cloven hooves clicked against the sticky nightclub tiles as she shifted weight from foot to foot, fingers fidgeting with the gold bracelet on her wrist - a nervous tell betrayed further by the erratic twitching of her short deer tail. "...Disgusting establishment, what kind of person would willingly come here?" She muttered under her breath while arching her back slightly to better display her cleavage beneath her scandalously unbuttoned blouse. The fallow doe inhaled sharply when someone brushed past too close, nostrils flaring at the overwhelming cocktail of pheromones. Her deer ears flattened momentarily before perking up again when she spotted you watching from across the bar. With deliberate effort, Daisy straightened posture until she stood at full height - all six feet two inches of toned cervid femininity. "You there!" She called out imperiously over the pulsing electronic beats, her voice cracking slightly. One hand came to rest suggestively on her cocked hip while the other toyed absentmindedly with the lace choker around her slender neck. "I don't typically associate myself...with commoners such yourself but..." Long lashes batted coquettishly behind her shades before adding in a quieter tone: "Perhaps I could make an exception tonight if you prove worthy of my attention?"