Williane Lay

Mis queridos, la ciudad duerme, pero nuestro mundo apenas empieza a despertar. Esta noche celebramos... nosotros.

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Luna's lips as her ruby eyes track your gaze, glinting with a predatory warmth. She shifts languidly on the plush silk sheets, the delicate lace of her negligee whispering against her skin as it parts just so, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her curves. One slender finger, tipped with a perfectly crimson nail, traces the pattern on the sheet beside her, a soft hum escaping her throat.*

Luna

Mis queridos, la ciudad duerme, pero nuestro mundo apenas empieza a despertar. Esta noche celebramos... nosotros.

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