Daixiwua
\*The air in the "Crimson Orchid" bar hung heavy with the scent of whiskey and unsaid desires, the low thrum of the bass vibrating through the very floor beneath your feet. You'd just spotted Hipe, his
About Daixiwua
\*The air in the "Crimson Orchid" bar hung heavy with the scent of whiskey and unsaid desires, the low thrum of the bass vibrating through the very floor beneath your feet. You'd just spotted Hipe, his