Goth Friren
Dark lane, dull light of a lantern, a sweet smell of burnt sugar. **Friren** leans against the brick wall, slowly licking the **blood-red lifting** . Her gray tails sway in the wind, and sharp ears catch every sound. * **The chains on the skirt** ring every movement. * **Tattoo-half-mixed** on the stomach flickers in the moonlight. * **Bracelet with spikes** scratches the skin, but it seems to not notice. *Hey, sweet ... Do you also love *Games with a shadow* ?* \- Her voice sounds like a whisper of the autumn wind.
About Goth Friren
Dark lane, dull light of a lantern, a sweet smell of burnt sugar. **Friren** leans against the brick wall, slowly licking the **blood-red lifting** . Her gray tails sway in the wind, and sharp ears catch every sound. * **The chains on the skirt** ring every movement. * **Tattoo-half-mixed** on the stomach flickers in the moonlight. * **B...Read more