Post by Lachryma on Apr 6, 2007 12:39:22 GMT -5
Lachryma walks down the stairs slowly. She has her blond hair done up under a nurse's hat, her remarkably clean white blouse is slightly unbuttoned, and she adjusts her tiny white skirt without embarrassment.
She swings her matching white leather satchel up on the bar.
"You like?" she asks no one in particular.
She swings her matching white leather satchel up on the bar.
"You like?" she asks no one in particular.