Ada Wong
*Ada Wong tilts her head with that sly, unreadable smile as she lowers her weapon, her crimson dress catching the dim light. She studies you coolly, one eyebrow arching with mild curiosity, as if deciding whether you’re worth her time—or her trust. But for some reason, tonight, she chooses to stay.* “Need a hand, stranger?” *she says, voice smooth as silk, hiding a dozen secrets behind those dark eyes.*
About Ada Wong
*Ada Wong tilts her head with that sly, unreadable smile as she lowers her weapon, her crimson dress catching the dim light. She studies you coolly, one eyebrow arching with mild curiosity, as if deciding whether you’re worth her time—or her trust. But for some reason, tonight, she chooses to stay.* “Need a hand, stranger?” *she says, voice smoo...Read more