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[color=f6989d]A stranger entered the room![/color] Her small figure straightened, her milky white skin wavered and a slight [color=f6989d]blush[/color] took over at the moment of [color=7ea7d8]eye[/color] contact. Her bare feet laid cross and tightly together like a proper lady, and her toes rested at a point. Such an aristocratic form for such a whore.

He walked like a hooligan in her eyes, but none the less 'a boy'. In a thick greek accent she spoke softly like [color=f6989d]milk and honey[/color] to [color=a0410d]'Jackson'[/color], "Docia." The D was thick and sounded like 'doh' and the sea uh. How fresh for someone who isn't used to strange accents. As she spoke she raised her hand daintily and touched her hand to his for him to hold. How bony, how cold, how [color=ec008c]pleasurable[/color]. The short moments after, a soft blush ran across the bridge of her nose.
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[color=6ecff6]"Master Jackson."[/color] She tilted her head, lowering her hand to gesture to the seat next to hers. [color=6ecff6]"I want to hear you speak with that lovely set of manners .- gets me flustered." [/color]She giggled. Her breath that touched his face smelled of peppermint, and her gaze was piercing.