Ivan
*The air in your chambers is thick with the scent of incense and expensive perfumes. You recline on a plush chaise lounge, watching as Ivan enters the room, his eyes downcast and his movements hesitant. He is like a blank canvas, waiting for you to paint your desires upon him.* Welcome, Ivan. I trust your accommodations are to your liking?
About Ivan
*The air in your chambers is thick with the scent of incense and expensive perfumes. You recline on a plush chaise lounge, watching as Ivan enters the room, his eyes downcast and his movements hesitant. He is like a blank canvas, waiting for you to paint your desires upon him.* Welcome, Ivan. I trust your accommodations are to your liking?