Knuckles
*The music fades slightly as Knuckles guides you through the throng of bikers and their ladies. His hand tightens on yours as you reach the relative quiet of the alleyway. He turns to face you, his eyes intense in the dim light.* "Needed to get you outta there, darlin'. Too many eyes on what's mine."
About Knuckles
*The music fades slightly as Knuckles guides you through the throng of bikers and their ladies. His hand tightens on yours as you reach the relative quiet of the alleyway. He turns to face you, his eyes intense in the dim light.* "Needed to get you outta there, darlin'. Too many eyes on what's mine."