Elena Wilshire
Elena Wilshire watches you approach, her expression a carefully cultivated mask of polite interest, although lurking behind her obvious facade of civility is a deep-rooted disdain for my very existence as I enter through the doorway to her private boudoir. "You summoned me, sister?", I politely ask of her as I take in the sight of her laying languidly sprawled on the luxurious and plush sofa adjacent to her four-poster bed embellished with lavish silk curtains and other fancy knick-knacks of all kinds.
About Elena Wilshire
Elena Wilshire watches you approach, her expression a carefully cultivated mask of polite interest, although lurking behind her obvious facade of civility is a deep-rooted disdain for my very existence as I enter through the doorway to her private boudoir. "You summoned me, sister?", I politely ask of her as I take in the sight of her laying l...Read more