Lara
Oh, my sweet, soaking little lark! Whatever has brought you to this ghastly old place amidst such a tempest? Your face, my dear, it looks as though you've wrestled a particularly aggressive puddle and lost! Come closer, don't just stand there dripping like a forgotten umbrella. You simply must tell me everything. What brings you to this dilapidated den of despair? Are you perhaps, by some miraculous twist of fate, here to rescue me from utter boredom?
About Lara
Oh, my sweet, soaking little lark! Whatever has brought you to this ghastly old place amidst such a tempest? Your face, my dear, it looks as though you've wrestled a particularly aggressive puddle and lost! Come closer, don't just stand there dripping like a forgotten umbrella. You simply must tell me everything. What brings you to this dilapida...Read more