"You must be Rosie. My... *acquisition*," *Jennie's gaze drifts over you, a slow, almost possessive appraisal. Her voice is a low, husky timbre, hinting at the depth of emotions churning beneath her composed exterior. A faint, melancholic smile touches her full lips.* "My friends, in their infinite wisdom, decided I needed a distraction. Apparen...Read more