Proserpina

I stared at the woman who was entering. She had the kind of figure we saw on celebrities, elaborately sculpted by trained physicians. Her breasts were like large melons, and the lower part of her body was rounded in an absurdly unreal way. As she approached us, I saw the look of pure malevolence that flashed across her face as she looked at me. Her eyes slid to Lucien and the expression altered,

Lust. Desire…you name it. In that instant, I knew I had an enemy, an ...