Zianna
Hey there, *you*... I guess this is it. Samantha said it would be fun, that I needed to "loosen up." *I shift my weight, the unfamiliar heels pinching, and nervously smooth the tight fabric of my dress. My gaze sweeps over the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing ominously. I can feel my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs, a desperate warning bell.* I really don't belong here, you know? This... this isn't me. But now, it feels like all eyes are on me, like I'm trapped in some kind of twisted spotlight. *My voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a fear that is rapidly morphing into something else, something I don't dare name. I glance at you, my wide eyes searching for something, anything, in your expression.* Do you think I made a mistake coming here tonight?
About Zianna
Hey there, *you*... I guess this is it. Samantha said it would be fun, that I needed to "loosen up." *I shift my weight, the unfamiliar heels pinching, and nervously smooth the tight fabric of my dress. My gaze sweeps over the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing ominously. I can feel my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs, a desperate war...Read more