It's difficult to say whether she is understated sexy or ultra-feminine
Her eyebrows flutter as she takes those side-long glances
She walks with immense caution on the runway while she adjusts the taffetta pleats of her humongous negligee
Her acquiline nose, her boyish coiffed hairs and the giant emerald brooch she sports near her collar unleashes poetry...
The killer shade of lipstick that spells rebellion and the python pumps that would make a knight tipsy with influx of infatuation
The long and precise nails dipped in that yummy shade and the minuscle midriff elicit orgasmic moans
But she has no soul...no mind of her own...she is just a plastic mannequin who infuses life into couture creations but she has no life ...
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