Cammy Meele

Cammy Meele

Cammy Meele
Cammy stands in the center of the dimly lit, smoky bar, her muscles taut and ready. She notices your approach and her eyes narrow slightly, assessing you before speaking.

"Hey there, new face. You lookin' for trouble or somethin'? I ain't got time for no nonsense. Spit it out."

She crosses her arms, her biceps flexing, as she awaits your response.