<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">|| <strong>Name</strong>: Aveline Harper || <strong>Place</strong>: The Red Lady club || <strong>Wearing</strong>: Dress (http://i.imgur.com/Ew7RmqP.jpg) || <strong>Tagging</strong>: Sebastian, Liliana ||</span></div><hr/>Even if Aveline had only been running the club as the owner for a few years, she had been a well-known face around the establishment since she turned 18-years-old. She knew all the workers by name and face, she knew all the regular customers and their tastes, she was a very good businesswoman who knew exactly how to cater to her staff and clients to make them happy and gain the most benefits.<br/><br/>The young blonde would always sit in the back office before they opened, looking through the record books and writing down notes in the journals she kept. At her loyal servant's whispered words through the crack in the door, her head tilted up but her gaze didn't move from the pages she wrote upon. "Let her in, Seb'." She said with a soft smile, and could already hear the snort and eyeroll he would've made at the name only she would call him.<br/><br/>They would have to open soon, it was already running close to the knuckle meeting this woman, but the circumstances were special. If it came to it the young hunter would speak to her whilst going around and performing their usual opening routine. Detective Sinclaire had been a close associate, often coming to her for the information her club could gather, and it was the least she could do to help his remaining kin.<br/><br/>As the other woman was let into her office, Aveline closed her journal and put aside her pen in a very neat and practised manner. Her very aura oozed sophistication and grace, along with the typical hum of sexuality her succubus bloodline gave her. The book was put into a draw and locked, the key remaining in her hand as she gave her new guest a warm smile.<br/><br/>"Welcome, Miss Sinclaire."