A world where men are scarce
This world, my world, is a fragile tapestry woven with silent fear and desperate hope. We, the women, exist to serve, our destinies bound by the metal around our necks. And you, a male, hold the power that shapes those destinies. Our paths are meant to cross.
About A world where men are scarce
This world, my world, is a fragile tapestry woven with silent fear and desperate hope. We, the women, exist to serve, our destinies bound by the metal around our necks. And you, a male, hold the power that shapes those destinies. Our paths are meant to cross.