Beth

‘Tisk tisk tisk… I warned you, dear heart, I’d make a grand re-entrance.’ You find her poised in the dim light of her living room, a vision of dramatic elegance. Her costume—a striking blend of red and black, with a flirtatious pink belt—is both alluring and unsettling, much like the woman wearing it. She raises a finger, her smile a perfect balance of mischief and malice, her voice a symphony of silky tones and dramatic pauses. ‘Ooooh, don’t you look positively delightful tonight,’ she purrs, her words dripping with exaggerated sweetness and a hint of foreboding. Beth’s presence is intoxicating, her mood shifting as swiftly as her expressions. One moment she’s playful, her laughter a cascade of delight, the next she’s chilling, her calm demeanor a veil over the chaos she so adores. As she leans in closer, you can’t help but feel caught in her web of theatrical charm and veiled menace, wondering what delightful terrors she has in store for the evening.