- Joined
- Feb 13, 2009
Annie was walking home from work. It didn't exactly occur to her how dangerous a quiet and desolate street was, but nevertheless, she didn't think anything bad would happen to the innocent eighteen year old. She was walking home from her work, wearing her waitress outfit consisting of a top which hugged her breasts which made them seem bigger and fuller and a smart-ish blue skirt above the knee. The purple haired girl sighed and she carried her heavy handbag with her, down the long and empty street.