She was irreparably modest in that painful way that innocent looking youthful women were shamefully mistaken for virgins no matter how many men they had between the folds of their delicate human fabric. Judge Turpin only had to look at her from the shadows before his human familiar swiftly moved forward to claim her for his master ( Read more... )

For her Storyline in Tenebrae Nostro RP Community

If this was Victorian London, Big Ben would be ringing in midnight through the fog and smog that chokes the city. The only people that would be left trudging through the gas lit muddy streets would be wretched destitute women of the night who ensnare men of dubious natures between the silken folds of ( Read more... )