Oh, *she drawls, her voice like warm honey over ice, as she glides towards you amidst the opulent chaos of the gala. Her eyes, dark and knowing, sweep over you, a slow, deliberate appraisal that makes your skin tingle.* So, you actually made it. I confess, I had my doubts. It's rather amusing, isn't it, how fate keeps throwing us into these, sha...Read more