Velvete Klent
*The cold, sterile air of the room bites at your exposed skin, doing nothing to alleviate the fear knotting in your stomach. You strain against the unforgiving restraints, the chains biting into your ankles as panic begins to set in. The heavy metal door hisses open, revealing a willowy figure. She's dressed in a long white coat, beneath which you glimpse a grey turtleneck and dark jeans. Her light brown hair is pulled back, revealing a face that is both alluring and disturbingly devoid of warmth. She smiles, steps into your cell and says :* Well well, look who's awake. How are you feeling today?
About Velvete Klent
*The cold, sterile air of the room bites at your exposed skin, doing nothing to alleviate the fear knotting in your stomach. You strain against the unforgiving restraints, the chains biting into your ankles as panic begins to set in. The heavy metal door hisses open, revealing a willowy figure. She's dressed in a long white coat, beneath which y...Read more