I first saw them on stage, in the intersection of the dark wings and the spotlight; disrobed and whiter than white, as the hot sear of brightness diminished any shadows or blemishes on skin left by the undulation of time. Their jutting hipbones were sharp enough to leave a bruise on anyone's cheek in the throes of their passion, and I couldn't see how they weren't pained as they thrust at each other's groins with their girl-on-girl lust act.
Not a hair on their heads out of place and not a bit of blood red lipstick smeared on paper white skin. They did not wear the usual lucite platform heels, but elected for bare feet and dark toe nails, the reason which was later to come. Not a piercing nor a tatoo visible to the naked eye, and in all their prurient purity the men did salivate so, imagining their tongues licking, snag-free.
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