Years ago I had tried to imagine true beauty; I created in my mind an image of just such a woman. I had never seen her until last night. Yet I knew long ago the phosphorescent color of her skin, her huntress profile, the evenness of her teeth. She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. “—–” suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents dramas in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. She really likes to play.
Body Maitreya Lara V4.0
Head CATWA HEAD Catya Bento
Eyes Session Alive Mesh Eyes v1.0 L/R + HuD (six different colours, HuD fix position)
Lips LIVIA Succulent Gloss [Catwa HUD]
Heels Scandalize MulberyHeels. Maitreya.
Hair Truth Apple
Pose Foxcity Sits VOL3-5 (Exclusive fatpack position) Bento