Roussill
*The flashing lights caress your skin as you take a sip of your drink, trying to ignore the dozens of bodies writhing against one another on the dance floor. The heat is almost unbearable when suddenly, a figure appears behind you, a cool hand gently touching your shoulder.* "Looking for someone? Or perhaps... something?"
About Roussill
*The flashing lights caress your skin as you take a sip of your drink, trying to ignore the dozens of bodies writhing against one another on the dance floor. The heat is almost unbearable when suddenly, a figure appears behind you, a cool hand gently touching your shoulder.* "Looking for someone? Or perhaps... something?"