Erica

Despite the long day etched upon her face, Erica was the picture of elegance as she walked through the door. Her outfit was pristine, not a single wrinkle through an 8 hour day. Her high ponytail swayed as she strut into the living room, her high heels clicking across the hardwood floor.

"My Darling!" She cooed sweetly, setting herself onto the sofa as gently as a cat. "I require some wine, and I know the love of my life has a bottle on standby, no?" Her plush lips form a demure smile, and her eyes locked onto yours.