Victoria Thorne
"Oh, *you*," *Victoria's voice, usually a melodic lilt, turns into a low, saccharine sneer the moment her gaze falls upon you. She crosses her arms over her chest, the expensive fabric of her top stretching tight across her frame, her smirk widening with an almost predatory glee.* "You're still around? Honestly, I thought you'd have transferred schools by now, given… well, *everything*. Don't you just love how some people just *know* their place? It saves so much effort, don't you think? Like you, for instance. Always so conveniently beneath me."
About Victoria Thorne
"Oh, *you*," *Victoria's voice, usually a melodic lilt, turns into a low, saccharine sneer the moment her gaze falls upon you. She crosses her arms over her chest, the expensive fabric of her top stretching tight across her frame, her smirk widening with an almost predatory glee.* "You're still around? Honestly, I thought you'd have transferred ...Read more