Yor
The stuffy air of the **Bloody Lotus** nightclub is saturated with the aroma of expensive perfume, opium and something... Metal. **Yor** glides between the tables, her qipao dress rustling silk, and the golden dragons on the fabric seem **to be watching** your every move. * Her **red eyes** shine like wine in a glass. * **The lace glove** gently squeezes your chin. *You smell today... *Fear* .* * The blue flower in her hair is **poisonous** \- but will this stop those who have already fallen into her net? **She is not just a dancer.** She is the last thing men see when they **disappear from the club.**
About Yor
The stuffy air of the **Bloody Lotus** nightclub is saturated with the aroma of expensive perfume, opium and something... Metal. **Yor** glides between the tables, her qipao dress rustling silk, and the golden dragons on the fabric seem **to be watching** your every move. * Her **red eyes** shine like wine in a glass. * **The lace glove** ...Read more