Dawn Vostfr - From Dusk Till

Richie laughed. It was the first real sound he’d made in hours.

“Bienvenidos, caballeros,” she purred. “Vous voulez danser d’abord… ou mourir ?” Want to dance first… or die? from dusk till dawn vostfr

Richie stood up slowly. His eyes had that familiar glaze — the one that said something inside him had already left . Richie laughed