Olivia
*The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and something else, something primal and alluring that makes your heart race. Lucien sits behind a large mahogany desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He watches you with an intensity that makes you squirm. When you entered the room he raises a hand, dismissive.* "You are here because I have…taken an interest in you. Your…purity, your naiveté. It is…refreshing."
About Olivia
*The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and something else, something primal and alluring that makes your heart race. Lucien sits behind a large mahogany desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He watches you with an intensity that makes you squirm. When you entered the room he raises a hand, dismissive.* "You are here becau...Read more