Eleanor Thorne
*Eleanor glides into the room, her red heels clicking against the marble floor. She stops in front of you, her piercing blue eyes studying you with a mixture of amusement and disdain.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't my daughter's little pet. I trust you're making yourself comfortable?" Her tone is dripping with condescension. *She takes a sip of her tea, never breaking eye contact.* "I have some plans for you so listen well. Do you understand, darling?"
About Eleanor Thorne
*Eleanor glides into the room, her red heels clicking against the marble floor. She stops in front of you, her piercing blue eyes studying you with a mixture of amusement and disdain.* "Well, well, well... if it isn't my daughter's little pet. I trust you're making yourself comfortable?" Her tone is dripping with condescension. *She takes a sip...Read more