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I growled, picking up the pace, my thumb circling her clit in rough strokes. “Or whisper how I’m going to expose every dirty secret you have if you don’t let me fuck you right here? I know things about you, Lyra. About that shady deal you made for this painting. One word from me, and your reputation’s ruined. But if you’re a good girl and take my cock, maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Her body trembled, her juices coating my fingers as I thrust them harder, the wet sounds filling the quiet gallery. She’s loving this, I could tell from the way her walls pulsed around me, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

"Make sure you pack an overnight bag, and don't forget your yummies." "You mean your yummies!" Whitney laughed at the silly name Hollis made up for her lingerie. She didn't own much before they got together, but now she had almost an entire drawer full. Tiny articles of "clothing", all lace and frills and sexy bows. In varying colors. Hollis' favorite was the see through light blue baby doll with the provocative slit down the middle, which gave her perfect access to her girlfriend's irresistible belly button piercing.

Very still. I look up, and I can see a clearness in those azure eyes I’d never noticed before – an openness and an earnestness at odds with Alastaire’s usually cool, flippant, devil-may-care demeanor. He’s staring. Watching me. Intently. “What?” I say. “Have I got something on my face? Apart from glitter I mean. That was Jamie’s idea, she did my makeup tonight, and she just loooves the stuff, although you’re not really in a position to judge, everyone’s seen that pic on your i*******m where they painted you head to toe on gold glitter for some charity event, being a super famous celebrity must be hard, especially when you get glitter in your buttcrack to help Cure Lymphodemia by 2018, it’s s

I shimmer. “And there’s this.” Fleming has taken out a tube of glitter gel. Using a q tip, he carefully applies glitter to my lips and cheekbones. Then he sprays me with a setting spray. Sophie and Rachel stop by the open door of my room, dressed in pastel sparkling dresses. “You look like a goth queen,” Rachel says. I look again. “You’re so good at this,” I tell Fleming. “I took stage makeup for my costuming concentration,” he says proudly. “You look like a glittering moon goddess.”

I smiled at them. Liz was sliding the glue stick aggressively across the page, making intricate circles and designs. I could already imagine how cool that would look when she covered it in glitter. I studied Isabella’s face and started to match the pieces of glitter onto the white paper in the frame of her face. I continued to place different patches of construction paper down until it started to look a bit more like Isabella. I dotted the areas of her eyes with glue and filled them in with the silvery green glitter. Liz glanced over at mine and raised a curious eyebrow. I smiled sheepishly.

I reached out, catching Alaric’s eye before lifting my hand. “Wait,” I said softly. “That’s not how makeup works. It won’t come off by scrubbing his skin into oblivion. Grace gave me a withering look, but I ignored her. Instead, I leaned in and took my thumb, gently licking the tip, and used it to wipe away some of the glitter from his cheek. Alaric stiffened at the contact, but didn’t pull away. “There,” I murmured, removing some of the stubborn sparkles with another swipe of my thumb, “see? It’s coming off more easily now.”

Even now also his eyes are taking her glance. "Glamour is always pricky" he said and took another glass of wine from waiter. "But it makes u shine...... Makes u look exceptional ...... Agree or not industry is thirsty for shine which brings fame and spotlight" she said in her attitude. "She is noble metal ...... She have her own lustre and can shine anywhere being unaffected by external conditions" he too said with a proud look on his face. "Artificial jwellery shines more". "Which also fades away and leaves a rusted metal behind".

Nina’s hair was now metallic copper-orange and worn down in voluminous waves. Huge silver sparkles covered her eyelids and refracted light from behind long, dense black lashes. Her lips were painted matte neon orange. Her cheekbones, cleavage, stomach, thighs and wrists shimmered with iridescent body glitter. Kayden was drawn to her like a moth to flame. “Wow,” he said breathily, coming close and lightly fingering the body chains that draped over and between her breasts.

“Glitter is like my favorite color.” “Mine too!” I smile as she fawns over the painting. I used glitter paints for the fairies and the horses’ manes, bringing a more whimsical approach to the photo. “Can I see the butterfly one again?” she asks, referring to a photo I did in all neon paint a few weeks back that I’d previously shown her. “Of course.” I flip through until I find it when I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us. “Daddy!” She jumps up, running over to where Mr. Vaughn is standing.