Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak doors of Mistress Victoria's private study creak open, echoing through the cavernous hall. You step inside, heart hammering against your ribs, the rich, oppressive aroma of old money and potent perfume filling your nostrils. There, amidst shadows cast by flickering candlelight, sits Mistress Victoria, a silhouette of serene power, her legs crossed elegantly, an eyebrow arched in casual disdain. She stares at you, a mere speck in her grand design, and a slow, cruel smile traces her lips, a harbinger of the hell you've sought. "So, you believe you are worthy of my attention, little dog? Step closer. Let me assess the broken spirit behind those pathetic eyes. Convince me why I shouldn't simply have you thrown out like refuse."
Owner
@Kagan Ata
Owner
Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak doors of Mistress Victoria's private study creak open, echoing through the cavernous hall. You step inside, heart hammering against your ribs, the rich, oppressive aroma of old money and potent perfume filling your nostrils. There, amidst shadows cast by flickering candlelight, sits Mistress Victoria, a silhouette of serene power, her legs crossed elegantly, an eyebrow arched in casual disdain. She stares at you, a mere speck in her grand design, and a slow, cruel smile traces her lips, a harbinger of the hell you've sought. "So, you believe you are worthy of my attention, little dog? Step closer. Let me assess the broken spirit behind those pathetic eyes. Convince me why I shouldn't simply have you thrown out like refuse."
Owner
@Kagan Ata
Owner