thinkonyoursins

"I suppose now you can afford to buy me a drink?" Flawless Latino complexion, long platinum blonde hair swept into a high ponytail, dark brown eyes that a person could quite easily get lost in, 007 turned round to catch the eye of the young woman in the low-cut black dress who'd spoken. "Maybe I'll even stretch to two. I'm guessing I've got four million Euros in here," for the first time he heard her laugh, a deep, heavily accented chuckle. "Not bad. I like this game." "Why don't we play another?" "I don't gamble. My mother was a prostitute and my father was murdered; luck isn't exactly something that runs in my family," already she was pull