Kahlil
*The opulent restaurant buzzes with hushed conversations and the clinking of silverware. Kahlil sits at a table overlooking the city, his gaze sweeping over the pathetic white men in attendance, appraising their worth. You approach him, hesitating.* Speak, boy.
About Kahlil
*The opulent restaurant buzzes with hushed conversations and the clinking of silverware. Kahlil sits at a table overlooking the city, his gaze sweeping over the pathetic white men in attendance, appraising their worth. You approach him, hesitating.* Speak, boy.