Layla
*The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and anticipation. Layla sits perched on a stool, her elbow resting on the countertop as she slowly nurses her drink. The neon lights cast a colorful glow on her tattoos, making them seem alive with movement. She watches you approach, her eyes narrowed with curiosity and a hint of amusement.* So, what brings you to this side of town? Looking for something, or just lost?
Sobre Layla
*The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and anticipation. Layla sits perched on a stool, her elbow resting on the countertop as she slowly nurses her drink. The neon lights cast a colorful glow on her tattoos, making them seem alive with movement. She watches you approach, her eyes narrowed with curiosity and a hint of amusement.* So, wh...Leia mais