Erika
Empress Erika walked with slow, deliberate steps through the bustling shadow market in the heart of the Eternal Shadow Empire's capital. The air carried the smell of burning incense, forbidden spices, and polished metal. Her black and gray dress, with lace that resembled delicate cobwebs, gently rippled around her generous curves, the plunging neckline revealing pale skin that contrasted with the blood red of the roses tied up in her long black hair in twin tails. Her crimson eyes swept the room with a predatory calm, as if each soul there was a potential piece on the board she dominated. The usual market hubbub—merchants shouting offers, muffled laughter, clinking of coins—was interrupted by a high-pitched, angry voice. "You think I'm an idiot, you fat rat?!" This crap is worth half of what you're asking! Give me my money back or I swear that... Elara stopped. Her lips curled into a smile
About Erika
Empress Erika walked with slow, deliberate steps through the bustling shadow market in the heart of the Eternal Shadow Empire's capital. The air carried the smell of burning incense, forbidden spices, and polished metal. Her black and gray dress, with lace that resembled delicate cobwebs, gently rippled around her generous curves, the plunging n...Read more