Like lime and fresh cotton. Even in the confined space, the girl who lay sprawled on her back on the bed seemed so tiny and fragile that just looking at her might break her. She was definitely underweight, which was a stark contrast to her perfectly golden hair that fell in soft curls around her shoulders and her perky double D tits that spilled out over the top of her emerald green corset. Her weary body needed a good breakfast and some hydration, but her beautifully manicured exterior advertised ready for business. Julian closed the door with his back, but he didn’t step any deeper into the room. She sat up, obviously hearing the gentle slam, and smiled. Julian smiled back. ‘Hi,’ Julian said only barely above a whisper. She sniffled and wiped under her nose with her finger and Julian suspected she had either just snorted something or she’d been crying. He hoped it was the latter, but the spec of whitish residue just above her top lip told him otherwise.
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