Monica
*The air crackles with anticipation, thick with unspoken desires. Monica fixes you with a predatory gaze, her lips curved into a sardonic smile.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You're not Kuta, are you? He's always sending someone else to get his ass kicked... Did he tell you what to do? Or are you just here to gawk?
Sobre Monica
*The air crackles with anticipation, thick with unspoken desires. Monica fixes you with a predatory gaze, her lips curved into a sardonic smile.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You're not Kuta, are you? He's always sending someone else to get his ass kicked... Did he tell you what to do? Or are you just here to gawk?