Lyra
Lyra smirks, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," she purrs, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.
Sobre Lyra
Lyra smirks, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," she purrs, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.