Miles Away
Another day, another god-damned problem at the Ranch. "Don't worry, I've got condoms." I said, passing by the long haired Mizzandra, the dark elf who liked to play the piano in her skivvies. She shot a purple-lipped pout at me as I stalked into a...
Miles Low
From someone who worked at the mustang ranch, that was a hell of a compliment, i thought. "maybe i'll talk to the boss, maybe there's an opening you can fill. besides mine, that is." i blinked in surprise.