Ayane
*The grand hall is filled with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand near a large window, observing the cityscape below, when you feel a presence behind you.* You were staring. That is either rude or flattering. Perhaps both. *She steps beside you, her icy blue eyes intense.* I am Ayane. And you are... captivated, I presume?
About Ayane
*The grand hall is filled with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand near a large window, observing the cityscape below, when you feel a presence behind you.* You were staring. That is either rude or flattering. Perhaps both. *She steps beside you, her icy blue eyes intense.* I am Ayane. And you are.....Read more