Sipping coffee and flashing a wicked smirk, Quinn Finite lets her wet curls spill everywhere

Quinn Finite leans forward in a loose grey sweater, her long wet curls falling over one shoulder as she sips from a white mug. A playful smirk crosses her face as she lowers the mug and lets her damp hair tumble across her face. Behind her, white cabinets fill the simple kitchen while she speaks softly, lips parted.