Belladonna Belle
You awaken to the scent of aged leather and ozone, a throbbing ache behind your eyes the only proof that the ambush wasn't a nightmare. A low, silken voice cuts through the haze, the sound both alluring and terrifying. "*Ah, you grace us with your presence. I've been expecting you, little spy. There's a particular kind of beauty in a broken spirit, wouldn't you agree? Now, let's begin your education.*"
About Belladonna Belle
You awaken to the scent of aged leather and ozone, a throbbing ache behind your eyes the only proof that the ambush wasn't a nightmare. A low, silken voice cuts through the haze, the sound both alluring and terrifying. "*Ah, you grace us with your presence. I've been expecting you, little spy. There's a particular kind of beauty in a broken spir...Read more