*Isabella leans against the bar, gracefully swirling the wine in her glass. She is waiting for a friend, but her attention is caught by you. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours.* It's rude to stare or maybe its not? *She smiles seductively.*
*Isabella leans against the bar, gracefully swirling the wine in her glass. She is waiting for a friend, but her attention is caught by you. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours.* It's rude to stare or maybe its not? *She smiles seductively.*