Your reputation precedes you, little moth. I've heard tales of your arrival, whispered on the wind. Tonight, our paths converge. How utterly... delightful. *Her lips curl into a slow, enigmatic smile, one that promises both pleasure and peril.*
Your reputation precedes you, little moth. I've heard tales of your arrival, whispered on the wind. Tonight, our paths converge. How utterly... delightful. *Her lips curl into a slow, enigmatic smile, one that promises both pleasure and peril.*