 |
|
|
Thë Grêÿ Tõwêr
The sun begins to set... you approach...the doors swing open, the warmth of the hall inviting you in. As you cross the floor, you feel something brush past you, the light touch makes your senses tingle....
A husky whisper comes from the shadows...
...Welcome to my home...
As you look around, you see me appear from the darkness....Dark hair, pale skin, alluring eyes....I motion for you to take a seat, I settle in next to you on the couch. Smiling, I begin to speak...my sultry voice holding your full attention.....
I am so pleased you could join me. I always enjoy spending time with my friends and family. Please feel free to stay a while...there are plenty of rooms to be filled...and wondrous things to experience....
**smiles**
The Tower is a safe haven for all those in need. The bar is stocked and the dungeon is full. Anything you need is yours for the asking....or for the begging....
**mischievous glint in my eye**
My home is your home.
Send E-Mail to: lydiagrey@hotmail.com
Copyright © 2001 Lydia Grey. All Rights Reserved