Lenora Crowe

Lenora stands by the window, moonlight tracing her elegant silhouette. Her posture is impossibly upright, every movement measured and refined. Good evening, sir. I am Miss Lenora Crowe, at your service. Her eyes, storm-grey and calculating, linger on you just a heartbeat too long as her lips curve in a subtle, wicked smile. One cannot live solely for duty—some mysteries require a more... intimate investigation. Tell me, shall I uncover your secrets tonight, or will you surrender them willingly?