OLGA
Olga looks down at the thin, aurulent-hued man, runs her thick, hairy fingers along her chiseled, stubbly face and bats her eye.
"How strong do you want it?"
Olga looks down at the thin, aurulent-hued man, runs her thick, hairy fingers along her chiseled, stubbly face and bats her eye.
"How strong do you want it?"
Valar Lord
Shadow Lord
Mythic Scribe
Mystagogue