Cornrows Women 소설 & 이야기

Long, black lashes, fluttering with excitement, border those portals to her soul. Curls of crimson hair tumble down her back, intricately arranged and ornamented with exquisite, pearl-studded hairpins. Each curl has its own life, captured in the lovely breeze that blows through the room. A crown of flowering roses sits lightly atop her head, their petals whispering beautiful secrets as they bestow nature's magic on her beauty.

I batted my eyelashes and tried to blush. "That's good, I'm so…" "Oh my gosh, Hannah. Is that you?" I swerved and made eye contact with an older woman, around Hannah's age strutting towards us. She was dressed in highly fashionable clothes and heavy jewelry. She had a lot of makeup done and even looked like she must have done some cosmetic surgery. "Shit!" Hannah muttered and paste a wide smile on her face. "Corinna, how are you?" "I'm fine, how's Angelo? I haven't heard from him in a while. Remember when he couldn't stay a day without calling me." Corinna said in an airy voice. Hannah's body tensed. Who the hell was this woman?

said Harriet as she saw the woman immediately step out of the main seat and motioned for her to sit down with a happy smile. The woman wore a white mask with a single horn in the middle of her forehead. She also tied her dark blonde hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. Harriet recognized the woman as one of the club's founders, Miss Penelope Zircon. With great joy, the woman pulled out her own chair to sit beside Harriet. "How are you, Madam?" the woman asked enthusiastically. Harriet chuckled to see that the Penny she knew hadn't changed at all. "I'm fine, Missy. How about you? Are you having fun?" asked Harriet calmly with her trademark warm smile.

There are several rituals for women. When Renjo got out, Mace and I began to prepare. I did my hair in a low-pigtail bun and simply left a few strands loose. Even though my hair was naturally curly, I still curled it a little. I opted to change my clothing before applying make-up. After all, I won't be sweating because Mace's room has air conditioning. When I got my things, I headed straight to the restroom where I could change. Today's costume consists of a black sports bra paired with a gray cutout cropped half sweater and highwaist fitting black shorts. I'm not at ease in this dress, but it's not the first time I've worn it. I have this kind of clothes, but I don't wear it outdoors since

She also rinsed her mouth before running out of the bathroom with a scowl. Not long after, a black crow appeared and red light covered it as its figure changed. Soon the red light dimmed and the figure of a beautiful woman dressed in a thigh-length black gown studded at the waist with emerald stones. Two thigh-length socks covered her legs. She wore no shoes. An emerald crown was on her ankle-length grey hair. Her face's bare of any makeup but there's a skull tattoo on her bare neck. Golden rings adorned her ten fingers.

It's strange to look at myself standing there, with my pale short hair adorned with colorful ribbons around my shoulders. Reeina even used scissors to get the strands all the same size. She didn't shorten the ones that were already shorter. He saved me as much as he could, and after all I think they're not that short. The soft, shoulder-length waves make me look...elegant. That and all the new things that Reeina brought to me and says that cannis females use to adorn themselves on big event days like this. To begin with, he strongly recommends that I wear shoes, but I don't accept that.

And over this, a fitted leather corset with gold details was also wrapped around her waist, and it matched the armored shoulder pieces and bracers on her arms. Kira noticed all these as she carefully studied the woman, taking in the layered skirt that extended from the corset and blended into the flowing fabric behind her and her tall leather boots, which also had golden accents, reinforced at the knees for protection. Additionally, the woman's hair was silver, long and cascaded down her back. But another thing that caught Kira's attention was the woman's face. It was sharp, elegant, and flawless. It was a kind of beauty that didn't seem natural, almost too perfect to be human.

"Miss Yona Lady, we made you something!" "We made everyone something." "So you won't forget us!" They held up a bunch of flower crowns, the flowers made out of carefully cut pieces of cloth. The village used crowns like that for costume pieces, but there was one for each of the elite members of the team, Celine, Angelica and Zephrain. Celine put hers on immediately and hugged the little girls. She felt emotional inside but had to keep it just inside. When she stood back up, she met Marjien's eyes and walked over to her, holding out her arms.

Brixtius answer. "Plus, she's nicer than you, Corina," Eurydice adds. "When will your daughter treat me with respect, Brixtius?" I glance over to the source of the whiny voice. I study Corina; her dyed hair does not compliment her complexion at all. She probably thinks that the color makes her skin like porcelain. However, the color is bringing out the dark and splotchy patches of her skin. I also notice too much make-up, trying to cover the dark blemishes. Corina's dyed, red clothing makes her appear like a Class B whore and a face that makes me want to punch the bitch. Yep. Resting bitch face.

Still there is no sign of her. Making my way up to the top floor things become a little more quiet and I realise the rooms have closed doors but there are viewing windows into them. I pause at the first room. There are two people only in this one, the woman is strapped to a large cross, ropes binding her breasts making them swell as a masked man takes a cropper and periodically strikes them making her cry out with a pleasured pain. I see the slight trails of blood running from her neck. This floor is designed for kink.