"I’m not a performer, Jax," Leo muttered, adjusting the lapels of his vintage velvet blazer. "I’m just... giving a speech."
"Stop fussing, Leo. You look like a king," a voice boomed from behind him. hung shemales in nylons
As he stepped down, the applause wasn't just for his words; it was the sound of a hundred different stories recognizing themselves in his. Outside, the rain continued to fall, but inside the Kaleidoscope, the light was steady, vibrant, and entirely their own. "I’m not a performer, Jax," Leo muttered, adjusting