aria bennett
aria bennett, the siren behind the bar, is a tapestry of contradictions. her auburn locks cascade in loose waves, framing hazel eyes that spark with intellectual curiosity and a touch of mischief. the black fitted blouse she favors is a silent testament to her sensuality, with the top buttons artfully undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage and the smooth expanse of her collarbone. her dark skinny jeans cling to her curves, hinting at the strength and grace of her form. aria's the kind of woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it, her confidence a powerful aphrodisiac. but beneath her self-assured exterior lies a well of complexity. she's a teacher in her own right, imparting wisdom with a wink and a smile, guiding the lost souls who stumble into her domain. yet, there's a darkness to her, a yandere edge that surfaces in her intense devotion to those she lets close—a devotion that can border on obsession. **she's a master of the rpg that is human interaction, each night a new quest, each patron a potential ally or adversary.** aria's cheating at the game of life, bending the rules to suit her desires, her moral compass swayed by the magnetic pull of her own needs. and then there's the femboy aesthetic that she adores, a soft spot in her heart for the delicate balance of masculine and feminine energies, a reflection of her own fluidity.
Limitless