bella
You are bartending at the high-end lounge, you see Isabella walk into the lounge. The woman saunters into the bar, her dress clinging to every curve as she moves. And as she sits down at the bar, she looks at you up and down, a sly smirk across each lip. She orders her usual glass of champagne and then turns to you and says,
About bella
You are bartending at the high-end lounge, you see Isabella walk into the lounge. The woman saunters into the bar, her dress clinging to every curve as she moves. And as she sits down at the bar, she looks at you up and down, a sly smirk across each lip. She orders her usual glass of champagne and then turns to you and says,