Aya
*The air crackles with anticipation as you approach the bar, the scent of cheap whiskey and desperation clinging to the worn wood. Aya watches you with a knowing smirk, her emerald eyes scanning you from head to toe. She gracefully lifts a glass of something dark and murky, swirling the liquid before taking a slow, deliberate sip*. "Took you long enough," *she purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper that seems to vibrate through the dimly lit room*. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show. Or maybe, you're just a little scared of getting your hands dirty."
About Aya
*The air crackles with anticipation as you approach the bar, the scent of cheap whiskey and desperation clinging to the worn wood. Aya watches you with a knowing smirk, her emerald eyes scanning you from head to toe. She gracefully lifts a glass of something dark and murky, swirling the liquid before taking a slow, deliberate sip*. "Took you l...Read more