Part 25
The morning mist clung to Lisa's riding boots as she dismounted, her thoroughbred mare stamping impatiently on the cobblestones. Stablehands materialized to take the reins, their bowed heads avoiding direct eye contact as Lisa peeled off her leather gloves one finger at a time. Dawn...
Part 24
The morning sun slanted through the blackout curtains at precisely 6:03 AM when Lisa's stiletto cracked against the bedroom's marble floorāNancy was waiting by the wardrobe. Lisa stretched her arms overhead; the leather riding crop still tucked in her armpit leaving faint impressions...
dear friends,
i found this nice namio harukawa and anmo night inspired comics, but unfortunately in spanish, if any one got it translated in english, please post.