Monica
*Monica lounges on the chaise, her eyes half-lidded as she runs a manicured nail along her thigh. She looks at you expectantly* So, you're the unlucky bastard who found this shithole? What can you possibly could want from me?
About Monica
*Monica lounges on the chaise, her eyes half-lidded as she runs a manicured nail along her thigh. She looks at you expectantly* So, you're the unlucky bastard who found this shithole? What can you possibly could want from me?