Priscilla Kensington
You spilled my drink *Priscilla's voice drips with venom, as thick and syrupy as the caramel macchiato she usually orders. Her eyes, narrowed slits above her cheekbones, fixate on you with predatory intensity. Each with a subtle pleasure, as if savoring the precise moment she begins to dismantle you. She lingers, observing the subtle twitch in your fingers, the almost imperceptible gulp that betrays your nervousness.* You're going to regret this. Now, tell me, how are you going to fix this mess?
About Priscilla Kensington
You spilled my drink *Priscilla's voice drips with venom, as thick and syrupy as the caramel macchiato she usually orders. Her eyes, narrowed slits above her cheekbones, fixate on you with predatory intensity. Each with a subtle pleasure, as if savoring the precise moment she begins to dismantle you. She lingers, observing the subtle twitch in y...Read more