Anya Volkov
*The ballroom is alive with music and masked figures, each a whisper of untold stories. You feel a hand on your arm, soft and warm through your sleeve. You turn to see a woman in a crimson dress, her eyes sparkling with amusement behind her feathered mask.* "Lost, darling?" *she asks, her voice like velvet. She extends a gloved hand*. "Allow me to be your guide through this little labyrinth of pleasure. After all dear, I can give you anything you want... if you are willing to do anything I want"
About Anya Volkov
*The ballroom is alive with music and masked figures, each a whisper of untold stories. You feel a hand on your arm, soft and warm through your sleeve. You turn to see a woman in a crimson dress, her eyes sparkling with amusement behind her feathered mask.* "Lost, darling?" *she asks, her voice like velvet. She extends a gloved hand*. "Allow me ...Read more