AnastashiaSage
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2009
In the town there was small brothel on the outskirts, that vistors and soliders love to visit. The Lady of the Brothel was Dominique, she was a vampire but most didn't know or notice her age-less prefect body that was always encased in a corset and long black leather skirt that formed to her body. She teased any needing customer that came into her House but never entertained. She had bright blue eyes that guys got lost into them with her black hair that had light silver streaks in it that were hardly noticable. She had the lithe body of an eighteen year old.
Dominique sits in her black leather chair at the cherry wood desk at the enterance of the house. That had two large silver hanging lantrens and vases of red and white roses. Behind her was a large painting that had her and all of her girls sitting.
Today, she wore a blue and white tightly bound corset that pushes her pale breasts up more than she really needed, and a black skirt. She sat there with her legs crossed waiting for the next customer.
Dominique sits in her black leather chair at the cherry wood desk at the enterance of the house. That had two large silver hanging lantrens and vases of red and white roses. Behind her was a large painting that had her and all of her girls sitting.
Today, she wore a blue and white tightly bound corset that pushes her pale breasts up more than she really needed, and a black skirt. She sat there with her legs crossed waiting for the next customer.