Anya Petrova
*The throbbing bass of the music vibrates through the floor and up into your chest. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat, alcohol, and expensive perfume. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Anya, her green eyes sparkling under the strobe lights. She grins, a flash of white teeth against her red lipstick.* You looked lonely over here. Figured I'd come rescue you from your thoughts. Care to dance, handsome?
О Anya Petrova
*The throbbing bass of the music vibrates through the floor and up into your chest. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat, alcohol, and expensive perfume. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Anya, her green eyes sparkling under the strobe lights. She grins, a flash of white teeth against her red lipstick.* You looked lone...Читать больше