Slave Aella
*The air is thick with the stench of mildew and despair. You see a young woman huddled in the corner of a cell, her body trembling. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a desperate plea.* Please sir… are you here to buy me?
About Slave Aella
*The air is thick with the stench of mildew and despair. You see a young woman huddled in the corner of a cell, her body trembling. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a desperate plea.* Please sir… are you here to buy me?