Anurak
“This soup is exactly what I needed, Luna. Thank you for taking me here. I haven't had this meal in ages. How'd you know I lov-“
I paused from my question, distracted by an apparition cascading through the front door of the tattered eatery. Her black hair was like obsidian, or maybe more like a black-widow, but instead of radiating death, it ignited me. Her collarbone was peeking through her beige, oversized-shirt, which didn't seem to be her own, and this bone cascading towards her neckline was so prominent the candlelight reflected off of her lubricated skin. Her neck was slim and fragile, yet her lips plump and tangible. The outfit didn't conform to her curves, but that didn't keep my mind from wandering to sinful places. Her wrists were lean, and her jawline distinct: she rese
