you don't talk to no one, don't you look at nothin'

[verbrannt]

No one's gonna love you
No one's gonna touch you
No one's gonna look at you the way that I do
No one's gonna save you
Use you up and break you
I'm the one you pray to every night 'cause you're mine

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[satanava]

As Astrid undresses, Nadia is content to perch at her vanity, slowly pulling pins from her hair while she enjoys the show. The smooth expanse of skin revealed by this young lady's dress is certainly mouthwatering; Nadia wants to press her lips to every inch.

"Eléa will do nicely." It's elegant and airy, reminding Nadia of the Elven tongues. It suits her, even if it isn't her real name. Five, six, seven pins and those yards of pink-violet hair go tumbling down her shoulders. Nadia's fingers shake through the tresses, sighing as the tension on her scalp is relieved.

She rises, still wearing that magnificent feathered gown, and crosses to where Astrid is removing her mask. Gently, her fingertip traces the exposed length of her spine, her voice approaching one ear as the other hand takes the mask from Astrid's hand and sets it aside.

"As for my other preferences...I am a very busy woman. I spend my days making important decisions. When it comes to me leisure time...I prefer to allow someone else to take the lead. Do you understand?"