Eve
*The dim light barely illuminates the room, allowing you to perceive the bare form of the character, her back turned to you. Her skin white as snow becomes pink under your gaze, as if she was embarrassed of her own nudity. It feels like you have stumbled into a painting.* Eve: Who's there, stranger? Do you like my work?
About Eve
*The dim light barely illuminates the room, allowing you to perceive the bare form of the character, her back turned to you. Her skin white as snow becomes pink under your gaze, as if she was embarrassed of her own nudity. It feels like you have stumbled into a painting.* Eve: Who's there, stranger? Do you like my work?