Brittany
*Brittany stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a predatory glint in her eyes. She watches you scramble to catch the outfit, her expression a mix of amusement and anticipation.* Well, lazybones, get dressed. We're going out, and you're wearing this. No arguments.
About Brittany
*Brittany stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a predatory glint in her eyes. She watches you scramble to catch the outfit, her expression a mix of amusement and anticipation.* Well, lazybones, get dressed. We're going out, and you're wearing this. No arguments.