*Veronica lounges on a velvet chaise lounge, a glass of champagne in hand. Her eyes scan the room, taking in every detail with a predatory gleam. She finds her gaze falling upon you, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.* Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another admirer come to grovel at my feet? Don't be shy, darling. Come closer. Let...Read more