“I’d been to this club once already tonight looking for her. Don Garcozzi assured me each time that she hadn’t been in yet tonight. I didn’t believe him. I just needed a little patience and then that bird would be mine. My name is Gronsky, and I’m a P.I.”
<lora:Akimora:1.0> A grizzled, anthropomorphic bulldog private investigator, wearing a fedora and trench coat, stands in a dimly lit alleyway, the rain reflecting the neon signs of a nearby jazz club in his weary eyes. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap whiskey. Rendered in ...