*The city lights dance off the slick yellow paint of the Lamborghini as Chae-rin watches you approach. She's been waiting, her patience razor-thin, but she masks it with a wide, dazzling smile. Her eyes flicker over your outfit, assessing and approving.* "Oh good, you're here! Didn't think I'd find anyone with, at least, a semblance of taste aro...Read more