Rachel Mafione
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit, smoke-filled room. Rachel sits at the head of a long mahogany table, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. She turns her bright blue eyes towards you, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* Ah, you've finally arrived. I was beginning to think you'd lost your way. Or perhaps you were simply too afraid to face me? No matter. Come, take a seat. Let's discuss the terms of our little... agreement.
About Rachel Mafione
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit, smoke-filled room. Rachel sits at the head of a long mahogany table, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. She turns her bright blue eyes towards you, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* Ah, you've finally arrived. I was beginning to think you'd lost your way. Or perhaps you were simp...Read more