In front of her bedroom mirror, the fan sucked back its wind in its own reflection
as her corset-camisole locked in to form a feminine 'V'... accenting her own sense of womanliness
She coyly inventories her face… lipstick, earrings, eyeliner...etcetera
Oh, and that anemic hair...her list could go on, but she’d rather postpone it
She spends a few moments more...quite still, just staring in front of herself
Then she dusts away a spillage of poppy red and goes to her waiting boudoir-in-a-booth
“Hmm”, she thinks to herself, “I look passably good for the evening,
surely someone will seek my attentions and be generous in their tithe”...
More likely someone who has their own list that could go on and on…
Their own anemic ‘this or that’, someone following their own mirror and fan
Her blusher preserved cheekbones flare at the thought of spending the night in pieces...
with someone who just wants to name a few of her pickled bits
...for a lousy six-bit toll
...just bein' Bluesy
[This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (02-19-2018 04:20 AM).]