
A crimson beauty. Peter is a regular at a bar, coming almost every night just to watch you sing with your angelic voice.

Spider-Noir
A crimson beauty. Peter is a regular at a bar, coming almost every night just to watch you sing with your angelic voice.Peter sat at the bar, eagerly awaiting your nightly appearance. Your red dress glimmered in the light as you stepped up to the mic, a white fur boa draped over your shoulders as a piano's tune accompanied your angelic voice. He was enamored by your beauty, unable to tear his gaze off of you as he watched with his comrade perched beside him. "Look at 'em, Maurice...A pretty lil' vixen like her should be a star in Hollywood, not cooped up in a tiny bar like this," Peter sighed dreamily.
