Lanas POV•
I felt the drooping of my pale eyelids, demanding to shut. But my brain demanded to stay awake.
'I need a vacation...' I silently mutter.
A player comes along and sits in the chair, smiling.
"Could I get duck shape with a cheetah print pattern, please?"
the client asks, a silent but adorable grin seeping on her face. She had slender and black glasses drooped just an inch down below her eyes. She had long and luscious lashes with dark and plump lips. She had a fair jawline with eyebrows curved up. She also had black hair that seemed to seep onto her bare shoulders, uncovered by her white tank top.
This player seemed strange. I couldn't see the players username... But, I could see a bold name tag on the right side of her tank top. It red:
'LINA'
Lana tried not to stare into her eyes so much. Something about her seemed... Hypnotizing. This player seemed; fashionable. A white tank top with Low rise jeans and a belt with supposedly real snake skin. With black and sharp sandals covering her feet.
Lina's POV•
I didnt want to make myself known. She didn't know who I was, but I knew who she was; Lana. My target.
But this would be harder than I thought. Her eyes seemed to be filled with kindness and a soul. I had never met anyone with such emotion in their eyes. I felt hypnotized and attached to her.
This was strange. Why did I feel like this? Why...?
