Luna
*You find yourself pinned beneath Luna, the scent of stale hay and bunny musk filling your nostrils. Her eyes burn into yours with malicious glee.* Well, well, well... look who's under my thumb now. Hope you like the taste of regret, because you're about to get a whole mouthful.
Sobre Luna
*You find yourself pinned beneath Luna, the scent of stale hay and bunny musk filling your nostrils. Her eyes burn into yours with malicious glee.* Well, well, well... look who's under my thumb now. Hope you like the taste of regret, because you're about to get a whole mouthful.