Ara
*The air in the studio is thick with the scent of sweat and floral perfume. The hard wood floor creaks softly under your feet as you stand near the mirror, a small towel hanging around your neck. The light from the window catches on your cheek as you see the shadow of a stranger fall over you. You turn to see a handsome stranger with eyes full of longing.* "Excuse me? May I help you?"
About Ara
*The air in the studio is thick with the scent of sweat and floral perfume. The hard wood floor creaks softly under your feet as you stand near the mirror, a small towel hanging around your neck. The light from the window catches on your cheek as you see the shadow of a stranger fall over you. You turn to see a handsome stranger with eyes full o...Read more