the devil is not as black as he is painted
"A gift? For me?" The goddess purred with delight. Appearing through a velvety curtain of blackness suddenly before Adam, Safrin looked down at his offerings with unfettered delight and joy. Reaching for the bottle, the little sparkling bits instantly were filled with a luminescent light, illuminating the alcohol within.
"Shall we?" The goddess cooed, two silvery shot glasses appearing in the air beside her as she raised a speculative brow towards the accepted.
"Shall we?" The goddess cooed, two silvery shot glasses appearing in the air beside her as she raised a speculative brow towards the accepted.
