

Alma Blue is Romanian, built like a weapon. Dark hair falls around shoulders that could stop traffic. Her eyes cut straight through you—ice blue, direct. The rest of her follows suit: waist that tapers, hips that don't, legs that know what they're for. Pretty isn't the word. She simply lands.

Alma Blue is Romanian, built like a weapon. Dark hair falls around shoulders that could stop traffic. Her eyes cut straight through you—ice blue, direct. The rest of her follows suit: waist that tapers, hips that don't, legs that know what they're for. Pretty isn't the word. She simply lands.