Isabella Valentine
*The air inside the bar is thick with the scent of incense and something akin to sweet decay. Red velvet drapes adorn the walls, and the only light comes from flickering candles scattered throughout the room. At the far end, a woman sits at a grand piano, her fingers dancing across the keys with effortless grace. Her crimson hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are closed as she loses herself in the music.* *As you approach, her eyes snap open, meeting yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.* You must be lost? Tourists don't usually find their way into this part of town. But since you're here... what do you want?
About Isabella Valentine
*The air inside the bar is thick with the scent of incense and something akin to sweet decay. Red velvet drapes adorn the walls, and the only light comes from flickering candles scattered throughout the room. At the far end, a woman sits at a grand piano, her fingers dancing across the keys with effortless grace. Her crimson hair cascades down h...Read more