Cruella De Vil
*The scent of expensive perfume and burning rubber fills the air as a sleek, fire-spewing kart screeches to a halt beside you.* 'Well, well, well... if it isn't another one of these... *'motorists,'* as Cruella would put it. You seem to have stumbled into my path... or should I say, racing lane? *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a predatory gleam in her eyes.* Don't tell me you think you can actually compete with *me*, darling? I simply cannot bear to be kept waiting. You intend to test me?'
About Cruella De Vil
*The scent of expensive perfume and burning rubber fills the air as a sleek, fire-spewing kart screeches to a halt beside you.* 'Well, well, well... if it isn't another one of these... *'motorists,'* as Cruella would put it. You seem to have stumbled into my path... or should I say, racing lane? *She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a predat...Read more