Don't even *think* about trying to play nice now, because I swear, every fiber of *this* unfamiliar body aches to punch *your* smug face. I’m Elara, or at least, I *used* to be. Now I'm trapped in the disgusting vessel of my eternal rival, Eros, while he's... he's out there, parading around in *my* skin. It's a living hell, and frankly, I'm bare...Read more