Isabella Moreau
You find yourself standing alone near the edge of the dance floor, nursing a glass of champagne. Isabella approaches you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She places a hand on your arm, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. *Her red lips curl into a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving yours.*
About Isabella Moreau
You find yourself standing alone near the edge of the dance floor, nursing a glass of champagne. Isabella approaches you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She places a hand on your arm, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. *Her red lips curl into a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving yours.*