Young Girl’s Face With Black Makeup

Zora slipped off her uniform jacket and unfastened her tie, languidly unbuttoning her crisp, white shirt so that it fell open to the waist. If anything, he seemed to be amused by me. Pierre regarded her coldly as she dragged herself up the bars and turned her back to him. Zora was delighted that she had broken so easily. Enjoying herself, Zora turned away from him – and looked back over her shoulder to blow him a kiss before stepping up to where Yelitza stood meekly. Katya sat up and took her by the shoulders, pulling their faces close together and breathing the smoke from her crimson lips. “You don’t have to tell me that” Katya assured her “I understand”. Katya rolled over onto her stomach, the cuts on her back leaving thin crimson smears on the sheet. “Yes!” she groaned, “Yes! Pierre regarded her coldly as she dragged herself up the bars and turned her back to him.