She gasped softly and nodded before the large man.

"Sorry, I'm just not the best dressed to see someone right now."

She then lowered her gaze in shame.

His eyes widened as he looked Claire up and down, taking in her lingerie-clad form. A wicked grin spread across his face as he stepped closer to her.

“Well, well, well. Looks like my luck is finally turning around,” he said, his voice dripping with lust. “I always knew you were a fine piece of ass, Claire, but damn. You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

He reached out to caress her cheek, taking in the feel of her soft skin beneath his calloused hand. “I think we could have some real fun together, sweetheart. How about you let me show you a good time?”


She shivered from his powerful touch, she was so confused on what to do and anxious and she didn't even have money for the rent she owed the fat black man. Claire would lean into his touch rather unwillingly and nod her head.

"Anything for you, sir. You put a roof on my head.." Claire Redfield said to Dutch. 
