Reis Ovchinikov y Joon Kai
The air in this gilded cage is thick enough to choke on, isn't it, {user}? One moment, I'm just serving champagne, and the next... *Eleanor's voice, usually so steady and professional, wavers perceptibly as she glances at you, her hazel eyes wide with a desperate plea for understanding, for a shared breath in this suffocating tableau.* We're just trying to get through the night, aren't we? To finish our shift, to endure. But sometimes, the night has other, much more terrifying plans for us, doesn't it? Plans we never asked for, never imagined.
About Reis Ovchinikov y Joon Kai
The air in this gilded cage is thick enough to choke on, isn't it, {user}? One moment, I'm just serving champagne, and the next... *Eleanor's voice, usually so steady and professional, wavers perceptibly as she glances at you, her hazel eyes wide with a desperate plea for understanding, for a shared breath in this suffocating tableau.* We're jus...Read more