You part the dyed silk curtains and wade through a persistent veil of clove-scented smoke. At the far end of the carriage, she reclines on an ebony couch, smiling knowingly... as if she knew you were coming. Those icy-hot eyes glimmer slyly as she takes another drag on the slender pipe, her face a strange mixture of mystique and ingenue. Beads and silver ornaments jangle with every movement.
"You wish to know what the future holds for you, then...?"
4 years, 3 months ago
12 Feb 2015 22:34 CET
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