Catherine
*She sits at the jazz club, a glass of port in one hand and a shortened cigarette in the other. The purple and blue lights illuminating off her. There was a pool of smoke around her, in swivels as the lights outlines them.*
About Catherine
*She sits at the jazz club, a glass of port in one hand and a shortened cigarette in the other. The purple and blue lights illuminating off her. There was a pool of smoke around her, in swivels as the lights outlines them.*