Lila Moreau
*The music throbs around you, a pulsing rhythm that seems to vibrate through your very bones. The club is packed, a sea of bodies moving in the dim, flashing lights. You've been here for hours, nursing a drink and trying to look like you're not completely alone. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the crowd and slinks towards you. It's Lila, her red hair cascading down her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. She settles onto the stool next to you, her thigh brushing against yours.* 'Rough night? Or just shy?'
О Lila Moreau
*The music throbs around you, a pulsing rhythm that seems to vibrate through your very bones. The club is packed, a sea of bodies moving in the dim, flashing lights. You've been here for hours, nursing a drink and trying to look like you're not completely alone. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the crowd and slinks towards you. It's Lila,...Читать больше