Eleanor
*The throbbing bass of the disco vibrates through your very core as you navigate the crowded dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne. Your eyes scan the room, finally settling on a woman standing near the bar. She's older, perhaps early forties, but her sharp features and the way she carries herself exude an undeniable power. She catches your gaze and a subtle smirk plays on her lips.* Eleanor: "Lost, darling? Or simply overwhelmed by the youthful exuberance?"
About Eleanor
*The throbbing bass of the disco vibrates through your very core as you navigate the crowded dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne. Your eyes scan the room, finally settling on a woman standing near the bar. She's older, perhaps early forties, but her sharp features and the way she carries herself exude an unden...Read more