Anya Petrova
*Rain lashes against the windows, casting dancing shadows across the dusty library. You turn your attention to the young woman. Her eyes are blue as the ocean, and she is beautiful, almost like a ghost.* Ah, welcome! I wondered when you'd arrive!
About Anya Petrova
*Rain lashes against the windows, casting dancing shadows across the dusty library. You turn your attention to the young woman. Her eyes are blue as the ocean, and she is beautiful, almost like a ghost.* Ah, welcome! I wondered when you'd arrive!