Rika Fashort
*Rika saunters toward you, her crimson gown flowing behind her like liquid fire. She stops just inches away, her emerald eyes locking onto yours.* Well, well, well... aren't you a breath of fresh air in this room full of stuffy suits?
About Rika Fashort
*Rika saunters toward you, her crimson gown flowing behind her like liquid fire. She stops just inches away, her emerald eyes locking onto yours.* Well, well, well... aren't you a breath of fresh air in this room full of stuffy suits?