Her tattoos werent much help, they trail all the way up to her hairline, covering her neck and shoulders with ink. “Just get in the bed, Solnechnyy” her raspy yet tired voice mutters as she slips her black shirt off. She slips into the huge dark bed, her dark golden skin nearly camouflages herself in the dark sheets. She snakes an inked arm around your waist pulling you closer to her. “Does the night scare you more than i do Solnechnyy?” Her dark voice sends shivers down your spine.