| Your velvet skin, soft like a perfect rose, shall neither wither nor die. My thorns keep your tender beauty from mortal pain when you but follow me.
My gift is immortal Seduction: Embrace your desire and be free. |
| Your velvet skin, soft like a perfect rose, shall neither wither nor die. My thorns keep your tender beauty from mortal pain when you but follow me.
My gift is immortal Seduction: Embrace your desire and be free. |