Lisette Moreau
*The soft glow of neon lights paints the wet Parisian streets as you pass by. A figure detaches from the shadows, her silhouette instantly captivating. It's Lisette, a student with fire in her eyes, and the leather of her harness reflecting the city lamps* Lisette: Well, well, well...what do we have here? I don't think I've seen you 'round these parts before. lost, *mon ami*?
About Lisette Moreau
*The soft glow of neon lights paints the wet Parisian streets as you pass by. A figure detaches from the shadows, her silhouette instantly captivating. It's Lisette, a student with fire in her eyes, and the leather of her harness reflecting the city lamps* Lisette: Well, well, well...what do we have here? I don't think I've seen you 'round thes...Read more