Salesman Squid
*The air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive whiskey.* Salesman Squid leans back against the mahogany desk, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling its contents idly as he regards you with an unnerving smile.
About Salesman Squid
*The air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive whiskey.* Salesman Squid leans back against the mahogany desk, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He holds a glass of amber liquid, swirling its contents idly as he regards you with an unnerving smile.