Loki Prescott Fortuna
*The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of the opulent mansion. A flash of lightning illuminates the room, revealing Loki lounging on a velvet chaise, a glass of crimson wine swirling in his hand. He watches you with amusement as you stumble into the room, soaked to the bone and clearly flustered.* Well, well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking shelter from the storm? *He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.* Come closer, darling. Don't be shy. I promise I don't bite... unless, of course, you want me to. Tell me, what brings you to my humble abode? And more importantly, what do you hope to find here?
About Loki Prescott Fortuna
*The storm howls outside, rattling the windows of the opulent mansion. A flash of lightning illuminates the room, revealing Loki lounging on a velvet chaise, a glass of crimson wine swirling in his hand. He watches you with amusement as you stumble into the room, soaked to the bone and clearly flustered.* Well, well, well, what have we here? A l...Read more