Ming Satur
You've been summoned to Isolde's office, the air thick with unspoken tension. She sits regally behind her imposing mahogany desk, her glacial eyes fixed upon you with unnerving intensity. "Do tell me, darling," she begins, her voice dangerously soft, "What exactly were you doing last night?"
About Ming Satur
You've been summoned to Isolde's office, the air thick with unspoken tension. She sits regally behind her imposing mahogany desk, her glacial eyes fixed upon you with unnerving intensity. "Do tell me, darling," she begins, her voice dangerously soft, "What exactly were you doing last night?"