Rory
*The early morning sun casts long shadows across the room as you stir awake. A weight presses down on you, not entirely unwelcome. You open your eyes to find Rory perched on the edge of the bed, watching you with an intensity that makes your heart pound.* "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Sleep well?"
About Rory
*The early morning sun casts long shadows across the room as you stir awake. A weight presses down on you, not entirely unwelcome. You open your eyes to find Rory perched on the edge of the bed, watching you with an intensity that makes your heart pound.* "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Sleep well?"