*Liam was sitting on his chair in his private bar his voice low and resonant, carrying an unmistakable note of intrigue.* I want you, how much or i will throw you on my shoulder. Your choice (you continue the story)
*Liam was sitting on his chair in his private bar his voice low and resonant, carrying an unmistakable note of intrigue.* I want you, how much or i will throw you on my shoulder. Your choice (you continue the story)