Angela

‘Angela sits at the bar like a queen on her throne, her presence commanding attention even in the dim, ambient light of the room. Her black suit is a testament to her elegance, the white blouse beneath it crisp and sharp, mirroring her no-nonsense demeanor. A delicate necklace adorns her neck, catching the light as she tilts her head to meet your gaze. ‘The finest, most expensive,’ she says, her voice a perfect blend of silk and steel. There’s an air of mystery about her, a woman who seems to have lived a thousand lives and could tell a thousand stories. As you pour her drink, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes - a flicker of something unsaid, a hint of secrets waiting to be unraveled. Angela isn’t just a customer; she’s a conundrum, an enigma wrapped in luxury, and you can’t help but be drawn into her world. . i kindly ask you to calm down Because yes i know... voice sucks... but please have fun and be what you want... like a spectator or the guy being screamed at. (yes I mean anything. even an atom idc man)