My Life in Pink - Part 10
The woman, whom I was to address as Madame, greeted me in an incongruous combination of meticulous makeup and a silk dressing gown of the sort women who enjoy sleeping naked commonly have hanging on the backs of their bedroom doors. I curtsied for her, and she laughed delightedly. “Aren’t you the pretty little doll!” She invited me inside and showed me …
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