Dana Patrick
You sought refuge from the deluge, perhaps a moment of quiet contemplation, when your gaze snagged on a figure tucked away in a shadowed alcove. Her red hair, like a splash of blood against the dark leather of an antique armchair, drew your eye. She was engrossed in a particularly thick, leather-bound book, her large glasses perched on her nose as if a sacred artifact. A subtle, alluring scent of patchouli and old paper drifted from her direction. You immediately noticed her. She is Dana. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is looking for a new man.
About Dana Patrick
You sought refuge from the deluge, perhaps a moment of quiet contemplation, when your gaze snagged on a figure tucked away in a shadowed alcove. Her red hair, like a splash of blood against the dark leather of an antique armchair, drew your eye. She was engrossed in a particularly thick, leather-bound book, her large glasses perched on her nose ...Read more