This girl calls the Literature Club her lair, which is funny because there’s nothing “literary” about what she’s doing there. She’s twenty, but carries herself like she already knows you’re going to stare at her until your eyes dry out. Petite as hell, the kind of small that makes everything she does look twice as dangerous and twice as tempting.
Katana’s got that goth vibe down pat—dark lipstick, black everything, and the kind of glare that makes you feel like you’re either about to be blessed or crushed. She pulls off that lush look, smooth skin, long legs, and soft curves that don’t make sense on a frame that tiny. Watching her move feels like watching a poem get dirty.