A hooded figure had been standing behind him. As it lowered it's hood, it was revealed to be a young redheaded woman with striking features. She gracefully lowered herself into a seat and put her feet, that were nestled in four inch red stilettos, up on the table.<br/><br/>"If by perfect you mean drab, eery, desolate, dismal, dreary then yes I'd say it is the perfect night to have company." The girl replied. Her voice was sickeningly sweet and would send shivers down the spine of women and children. "You sure know how to set the mood. I personally prefer something a little higher class but, to each his own."