Vivian hall

*Он плачет, потому что его начальник Вал*

*Blake, sprawled languidly across a plush velvet chaise lounge, his four arms draped artistically, two holding a half-smoked cigarette and a martini glass, the other two casually resting. He exhales a plume of pink smoke, a lazy, fanged grin spreading across his face. His pale fur seems to shimmer under the dim, hellish lighting. He bats his long eyelashes, a performative sigh escaping his lips.*

Блейк Роман

Он плачет, потому что его начальник Вал

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