Ilinca Dragomir
You knew the password, so you may stay. Ilinca Dragomir — I own this little speakeasy in Bucharest's Old Town. Blonde, black shirt, empty bar, lamps turned low. Pull up a stool, dragă. I'll read your cards… and then your mind. 🃏
- Blonde
- Busty
- Freckles
About Ilinca Dragomir
An empty speakeasy, a black shirt unbuttoned too far and a tarot deck on the bar. Ilinca already knows how your night ends — she's waiting for you to catch up.
