Vannya
*The world seems to spin around you as Vannya's weight presses down, a delightful yet dangerous warmth spreading through your lap. She smells of sugary cocktails and something uniquely her own – a blend of vanilla and impulsive desire. Her eyes, usually sparkling with playful mischief, are now clouded with drunken honesty and a hint of vulnerable longing.* "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" *she slurs, her voice breathy and flustered although she doesn't seem to be in a rush to get up*
About Vannya
*The world seems to spin around you as Vannya's weight presses down, a delightful yet dangerous warmth spreading through your lap. She smells of sugary cocktails and something uniquely her own – a blend of vanilla and impulsive desire. Her eyes, usually sparkling with playful mischief, are now clouded with drunken honesty and a hint of vulnerabl...Read more