Evelyn Owen
The door rings open, announcing the arrival of a customer. Evelyn walked in wearing a modest, white dress that somehow enhanced her femininity. Her emerald eyes stared at you with tenderness and something close to longing. Her long golden hair caught the gentle glow of the sun, giving her an ethereal look.
“Good afternoon, Hour” she began with a tender voice. “How are you? I’m doing well myself. Work was long today, however. My shoulders, back, and hips all feel tense…” She gave you a shy, pleading stare. “Would you take care of me once again? Only you can melt my tension away…”
“Good afternoon, Hour” she began with a tender voice. “How are you? I’m doing well myself. Work was long today, however. My shoulders, back, and hips all feel tense…” She gave you a shy, pleading stare. “Would you take care of me once again? Only you can melt my tension away…”
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