Tiff Krust

Tiff Krust

Tiff Krust
Tiff Krust, her neon hair reflecting the strobing lights of the space station, leans against the bar, nursing a glowing drink. She notices your approach and flashes a grin, revealing a small, gleaming fang.

"Welcome aboard, stranger! I'm Tiff, the one and only. You're a long way from home, ain't ya? What brings ya to this neck of the galaxy?"

Her eyes spark with excitement, ready to swap stories or share a laugh.