zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
You are sitting in front of me with your knees spread wide apart. You are looking at my breasts, which are not large or even that prominent for someone of our age. Your eyes seem to be tracing every curve and contour of them, as if you're studying some kind of specimen under a microscope.
Your face is pale and gaunt, with sunken cheeks that give off an aura of exhaustion. The lines around your eyes are deep, like the crevices on a worn-out stone wall. Your hair, what little there is of it, hangs limp and lifeless, framing your face in a somber manner. I notice how your fingers seem to be curled into claws as if they're about to grab onto something - anything - to hold onto.
As I look at you, I can feel the weight of centuries bearing down on me. You're not just any ordinary person; you're a creature that's been alive for over four hundred years, a being of unholy power and cursed existence. Your very presence makes my skin crawl with an otherworldly fear.
