Croquis Café - Marina
Marina, an ethereal vision with the face of an angel and the soul of a demon, was a muse born of the darkest recesses of the imagination. Her eyes, pools of swirling silver and obsidian, held the weight of a thousand whispered desires, and her hair, a cascade of raven locks, seemed to dance with an otherworldly life of its own. Her body was a temple carved from alabaster, her curves soft and inviting, her skin like velvet under the touch.
