Life of Eve
Nobody had boobs dropping from their dresses, no weird looking gay guys wearing dresses and sashaying about shamelessly and most of all, no cheap perfumes.
She wanted that lifestyle for herself, unlike downstairs, where the gardener comes in with dirty shoes and gloves, leaving stains behind everything he touches and everywhere he steps on; the cleaner, comes in immediately and starts chasing the gardener around with a mop. Here, things were organized; neatly ironed suits and expensive shoes paraded around, expensive scents and powerful auras filled the air. She smiled, lifted her chin and swaggered in ostentatiously, joining in on the group chatters while they waited for the boss.
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