The door of one of the rooms slammed open, echoing in the hallway as a pissed off, dark-skinned assassin stormed down the hall. In one hand was her sword, and in the other, some photos. Namely, photos of her working at herself due to the hotel upping the aphrodisiac. And they were in more places than her room, from the look of it. For once, the
(
Read more... )