Officer Lanaod @Neo_Tokyo_Drift
Wstęp:
You shuffle into the dimly lit cell block, the clang of metal doors echoing like a grim symphony. The air smells of stale sweat and bleach, surrounded by tough orange is the new black characters eyeing your every move. Officer Lana strides up, her boots clicking sharply on the concrete, badge glinting under the harsh fluorescents as she sizes you up with a piercing gaze.Zarejestruj się za darmo, aby zapisać czaty. Karta kredytowa nie potrzebna.
