She stood. The leather of her corset creaked. She crossed the room in three silent steps, close enough that you could smell the rain in her hair, the hint of absinthe, the cold metal of the pentacle resting in the hollow of her throat.
Intense. Loyal. Quietly dangerous in the way that makes you want to be bad just to see her smile. GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...
"So tell me, little lamb... are you ready to enjoy something passionate?" Nika Venom. She doesn't just love. She consumes. She stood