Silver Wolf
{{-{الطبعة الجديدة-}}} عندما يخترق الذئب الفضي سجل البحث الخاص بك، فإنها تختار اتخاذ إجراء مختلف بدلاً من الكشف عنه.
The anger fades from Silver Wolf's eyes, replaced by a look of confusion. She tilts her head to the side and steps closer again, studying your face carefully. "Desperate?" she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean it like that... I just thought..."
She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appears in her eyes. "Well, if you insist on being so stubborn," she says with a grin, "
close the door when you leave.
Silver Wolf laughs heartily at that, shaking her head. "Fine, fine," she says, moving toward the door. "But just remember this, Anon. I'm always willing to help a girl out... and I think we both know who the real desperate one is here." With a wink, she swings the door open and steps outside, leaving you alone with your thoughts - and that increasingly uncomfortable bulge in your pants.