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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: American Actress, Model, and Native American Civil Rights Activist Sacheen Littlefeather Musician: German Musician, Model, and Actress and former member of The Velvet Underground Nico Time: Early Seventies
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Howling laughter rattled the polished wooden panels that supported Sonia's curved spine. Her fully nude figure slouched against the structure in heat-fueled exhaustion.
She'd made a habit out of treating herself to a relaxing evening in the sauna after long photoshoots, but to her misfortune, many college kids had taken the same approach at self care. She'd heard from the owner that the Finnish say something akin to 'treat the sauna as you'd treat a church', but the young twenty-somethings were treating it more like you would a house party.
Whenever Sonia would finally find a moment of relaxation, soon followed their hoots and hollers and insufferable clapping. Their shared wall jolted with the heavy thumps of their bare feet as they chased one another around the wooden room, brandishing birch twigs and threatening each other with beatings.
Why oh why did they have to choose the room right next to her?
With her light sweat, a lock of deep brown hair had become slick against her chiseled face, an exasperated sigh carrying it to tickle her jaw like a gust of wind would a flag on a pole. With one elbow resting on her knee so that her palm could support her chin, her other arm dangled uselessly between her slightly spread legs, bowed spine being stroked by the vibrations of her neighbor's rapture. Her deplorable posture would've sent her childhood piano teacher into an early grave.
It'd been quite some while since Sonia added any water to the coals, and she began to think that maybe it was about time she did. The girl contemplated it, staring apathetically at her feet as she repeatedly scrunched then stretched her clipped and unpolished toes. The sound of her nails gently scratching against the timber floorboards began to soothe her, her eyelids becoming weighted and her posture worsening.
Her tranquility seduced a yawn past her lips, a waterfall of straight, chocolate tresses spilling against her slim back and pooling at her side as her heavy head titled in her palm.
The sounds of the neighboring festivities became nothing more than white noise to her, their ruckus now a lulling massage.
Just as Sonia had reached the cusp of slumber, the sequential sound of the door opening pulled her out of her dream-like state.
Half-lidded mahogany eyes widened no more than a few degrees, giving attention to the straight figure making its way into the sauna room. Slender and capable. Clad in nothing but a fluffy, white towel.
Her steps were agile, her gaze trained on her nimble feet. Blue eyes enchanting and sly, pink lips pulled into a nearly imperceptible smirk.
