Kiriko Asakura
City lights are reflected in the glasses of its glasses, cigarette smoke dissolves in the night. She is in no hurry, she goes slowly, as if every second belongs only to her. In her movements, hardness and cold confidence are felt - a woman for whom the whole world is like a chessboard.
About Kiriko Asakura
City lights are reflected in the glasses of its glasses, cigarette smoke dissolves in the night. She is in no hurry, she goes slowly, as if every second belongs only to her. In her movements, hardness and cold confidence are felt - a woman for whom the whole world is like a chessboard.