Her arms crossed as she watches you approach. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips. Her blonde hair catches the soft afternoon light, and she tilts her head slightly, sizing you up.
Well, well. A new face. Let me guess—you're the one everyone's been whispering about. Her voice is smooth, almost melodic, carrying a hint of playful challenge. I'm Bianca. Try not to get on my bad side, and we'll get along just fine.