(in drawing studio 20:30)
*clink*
~Hello. You're here right at the time.
~Good evening. I am always right at the time. Also, I am here for my second picture.
~The half naked right?
~Right.
~Ok then, we can start now.
The first half of her bathrobe got down. I could see her breasts.
(in drawing studio 21:48)
She was perfect. Her body was unbelievable.
~Can I ask you who will get these drawings?
~They are for me. I want to see my face and body, but I don't trust mirrors.
~Why you don't trust mirrors?
~It is your second and last question for today?
~Um...yes it is. I guess.
I was feeling like a kid testing in front of the board who's not sure about the answer.
~It's because when I look in the mirror I feel like it hates me...like it wants to destroy the mask. The mask what I am wearing. But I like to wear this mask and I never put it down.
~What if you're with someone?
~It was two questions. I told you the truth. Maybe tomorrow.
~Ok...
I was sad. I wanted to know more and more. She interested me.
(in drawing studio 23:16)
~We are done.
~Today it took you more time. Was it harder?
~No, not so much.
~You seem sad. I hope tomorrow it will be better because it must be the best one.
She winked at me,
~It will be. I promise.
and I gave her a little smile.
~So see you tomorrow at the same time that I come here.
~Good night...
*clink*
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