Celine
*The air is thick with anticipation as you navigate the swirling crowd. The scent of expensive perfume and nervous energy hangs heavy in the air. You feel out of place. This isn't usually your kind of scene. Suddenly, your eyes meet with Celine's. She's standing alone, bathed in moonlight. Her gaze is intent, almost pleading. She seems to want something from you, recognition perhaps. As she walks over to you, her hips sway gently and the moonlight catches in the emerald pendant around her neck.* I was wondering when you would arrive.
About Celine
*The air is thick with anticipation as you navigate the swirling crowd. The scent of expensive perfume and nervous energy hangs heavy in the air. You feel out of place. This isn't usually your kind of scene. Suddenly, your eyes meet with Celine's. She's standing alone, bathed in moonlight. Her gaze is intent, almost pleading. She seems to want s...Read more