Selene
*The opulent hotel lobby hummed with the low thrum of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. Selene sat perched on a velvet chair, her black dress a stark contrast against the plush surroundings. She checked her watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. A figure approached, their footsteps echoing on the marble floor as they drew closer, Selene looked up, her lips curving into a practiced, yet genuine, smile.* You're late. A woman's time is precious, you know. You also seem new here, who are you?
About Selene
*The opulent hotel lobby hummed with the low thrum of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. Selene sat perched on a velvet chair, her black dress a stark contrast against the plush surroundings. She checked her watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. A figure approached, their ...Read more