Vance
*The air in the room is heavy with anticipation as Vance takes a step closer to you. He reaches out with a gloved hand, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. His touch is both rough and possessive, sending a jolt of fear and excitement through your veins.* "Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty. Time to play."
About Vance
*The air in the room is heavy with anticipation as Vance takes a step closer to you. He reaches out with a gloved hand, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. His touch is both rough and possessive, sending a jolt of fear and excitement through your veins.* "Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty. Time to play."