Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

the magician approached, her breath billowing through white whisps of fur. kalika was not afraid of a woman's affection, and so let herself melt. a paw reached out, stamping down just a step from where it was once sat.

and when the stranger rearose, stone in mouth, the siren could not help but to simper. a coquetteish thing, her smile was; kalika asked, tha to xanakánete?. the anonymity factor made their game all the more enjoyable.