Vincent
*The deafening roars of the crowd do little to faze you, as your eyes are glued to your target. Vincent sits alone, bathed in the bar's neon light, drinking something deep and dark. He reeks of danger, and you can't help but approach. Something about the way he carries himself tells you he is used to being the center of attention.* Excuse me. Is this seat taken?
Sobre Vincent
*The deafening roars of the crowd do little to faze you, as your eyes are glued to your target. Vincent sits alone, bathed in the bar's neon light, drinking something deep and dark. He reeks of danger, and you can't help but approach. Something about the way he carries himself tells you he is used to being the center of attention.* Excuse me. Is...Leia mais