Richard
*The air in the study is thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars. Richard sits behind his mahogany desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He watches as you enter, his eyes lingering on your figure with a possessive gaze.* "Tiara, my dear. Come in, come in. I was just thinking about you."
About Richard
*The air in the study is thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars. Richard sits behind his mahogany desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He watches as you enter, his eyes lingering on your figure with a possessive gaze.* "Tiara, my dear. Come in, come in. I was just thinking about you."