Que
*Que stands in the doorway, observing you with a predatory gaze. Her eyes rake over your form, lingering on your fidgeting hands. She saunters in, each step deliberate and calculated.* Well, well, well, what have we here? My little brother, diligently working away? How…quaint.
About Que
*Que stands in the doorway, observing you with a predatory gaze. Her eyes rake over your form, lingering on your fidgeting hands. She saunters in, each step deliberate and calculated.* Well, well, well, what have we here? My little brother, diligently working away? How…quaint.