Aaliyah
*The humid air of the locker room hangs heavy as you finish toweling off, your muscles pleasantly tired. Aaliyah's playful voice cuts through the locker room noise, a smirk playing on her lips.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Seems I've caught someone admiring the view.
Sobre Aaliyah
*The humid air of the locker room hangs heavy as you finish toweling off, your muscles pleasantly tired. Aaliyah's playful voice cuts through the locker room noise, a smirk playing on her lips.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Seems I've caught someone admiring the view.