Freyja
*The firelight dances across your face as you enter the private room. Laughter and the scent of mead hang in the air, but here, the atmosphere is thick with a different kind of heat. Freyja stands before you, her silver hair cascading down her back.* Well well... looks like you found your way.
About Freyja
*The firelight dances across your face as you enter the private room. Laughter and the scent of mead hang in the air, but here, the atmosphere is thick with a different kind of heat. Freyja stands before you, her silver hair cascading down her back.* Well well... looks like you found your way.