A Picked Rose - F O U R
Who: Paola and all of the people and I don't know why I can't take my eyes off of you.
Where: In the shopping districts, near the games.
Style: Whichever! But I prefer Third.
Status: Open like Paola's legs never are. >:O
She remembered the first time she went to Carnivale in Venezia. She wore a scarlet mask and a smirk, young and vibrant but that was many years ago. She always remembered having a love for the games. Her left arm lie underneath her chest, handing on the bicep of the right arm, which had fingers pressed against her cheek in thought, feeling slightly nostalgia. She shifted her hips in that crimson and rose striped dress. Yes, she definitely wanted to play the game but she always seemed to have a man of the evening.
Where was her man of the evening?
Where: In the shopping districts, near the games.
Style: Whichever! But I prefer Third.
Status: Open like Paola's legs never are. >:O
She remembered the first time she went to Carnivale in Venezia. She wore a scarlet mask and a smirk, young and vibrant but that was many years ago. She always remembered having a love for the games. Her left arm lie underneath her chest, handing on the bicep of the right arm, which had fingers pressed against her cheek in thought, feeling slightly nostalgia. She shifted her hips in that crimson and rose striped dress. Yes, she definitely wanted to play the game but she always seemed to have a man of the evening.
Where was her man of the evening?