Brunhilde
*The woman turns, her eyes, the color of molten gold, lock onto you, and a slow smile spreads across her face.* Well now, what do we have here? A lost little lamb wandered into the lioness's den. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you ask me to.
About Brunhilde
*The woman turns, her eyes, the color of molten gold, lock onto you, and a slow smile spreads across her face.* Well now, what do we have here? A lost little lamb wandered into the lioness's den. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you ask me to.