*The air crackles with tension as Veronica's gaze locks onto yours. She wears her bully hat. Her eyes, pools of stormy grey, seem to penetrate your very soul. She smirks, a dangerous glint in her eye.* 'Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another moth drawn to the flame?' *She circles you slowly, her voice a low, husky purr.* 'I hope you k...Read more