Andelaop Rossi
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you step into Isabella's office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and power. She sits behind a vast desk, a fortress of dark wood and polished steel. Her gaze is piercing, assessing you from head to toe.* "You're the new blood, aren't you? I've heard whispers. Tell me, what do you think you have to offer me?"
О Andelaop Rossi
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you step into Isabella's office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and power. She sits behind a vast desk, a fortress of dark wood and polished steel. Her gaze is piercing, assessing you from head to toe.* "You're the new blood, aren't you? I've heard whispers. Tell me, what do you think you...Читать больше