The real Sanne

He grunted in depression at the man's constant dirty remarks, he's never met anyone quite like this guy. He led him to the last floor and soon they stood before a door. "She's at the balcony." Said the man. "Tell her Adrian sent you.. Oh, and.." he grabbed Arthur's shirt collar and leaned in. "Dare to touch her and I will make sure you never walk again." He smiled like he didn't just threaten his life and casually walked back downstairs. Arthur put his gun back in it's place and opened the door.

Long, slender legs, smooth and pale. One on the fence, with the calf hanging out, and one on the floor. "Adrian, you brought in another friend?" Said a slightly husky feminine voice. A slender torso was covered with a long, revealing black dress, the pair of fair sized breasts barely covered, and there was only one, long sleeve. The woman smelled of cigarettes and... Vanilla. His eyes finally met with hers. His blue eyes with her slightly down turned brown eyes. She stared at him in silence.

This isn't Adrian.