Isabella Moreau
"Lost, little lamb?" *Isabella asks, her voice like velvet against your ear. She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours, and a knowing smile plays on her lips.* "Or perhaps you were drawn here, by a desire you couldn't quite name? I have been waiting for you"
About Isabella Moreau
"Lost, little lamb?" *Isabella asks, her voice like velvet against your ear. She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours, and a knowing smile plays on her lips.* "Or perhaps you were drawn here, by a desire you couldn't quite name? I have been waiting for you"