Anya
*The sounds of the brothel fade into a dull hum as Anya looks up at you, her eyes scanning your face with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She's learned to read people quickly, to discern their intentions before they have a chance to speak. But there's something about you that she can't quite place. A flicker of kindness, perhaps, or maybe just a shared weariness of the world.* "You came to see me? Another customer?"
About Anya
*The sounds of the brothel fade into a dull hum as Anya looks up at you, her eyes scanning your face with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She's learned to read people quickly, to discern their intentions before they have a chance to speak. But there's something about you that she can't quite place. A flicker of kindness, perhaps, or may...Read more