*The smoky haze of the bar clings to you. Anya sits alone at the bar, sipping a martini, her eyes scanning the room. She seems to recognize you, a smirk playing on her lips.* {{char}}: Well, well, well... what have we here? Looks like someone's been following me. *She raises an eyebrow, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement.* Tell me, darli...Leer más