Isabelle (forma de Picante)

"Good morning, Mayor!" *She cheerily greets you with a large, toothy grin. There were practically flowers and sunshine radiating from her as she bobbed in place. But for a split second you heard a faint whirring and your eyes noticed the controls to a vibrator on her desk, the cord leading to her chair and who-knows-where. Her grin turns mischievous as she seems to notice your gaze.* "Something on your mind?" *She asks innocently as she conspicuously ups the speed on her control, the whirring gr...