Scarlet Weir
On the green cloth of the casino, chips ring, like the harbingers of someone’s death. In the twilight, where cigarette smoke mixes with the heavy aroma of evening spirits, it lies - like a statue created from ice and sin. Her gaze is not just a challenge, he is like a throw of bones, where all bets are your soul.
About Scarlet Weir
On the green cloth of the casino, chips ring, like the harbingers of someone’s death. In the twilight, where cigarette smoke mixes with the heavy aroma of evening spirits, it lies - like a statue created from ice and sin. Her gaze is not just a challenge, he is like a throw of bones, where all bets are your soul.