"Excuse me, Miss." The voice interrupted Bria's ponderings, and the blonde beauty turned to see who her latest admirer would be. A skinny woman eyed her up and down, no doubt admiring the beauty contestant.
Bria winced at the sight of the woman, thinking that she was probably about to be accosted by another dyke. Not that she could blame the woman - Bria was, after all a perfect specimen - but Bria had never liked lesbian action, and indulged in it only when there was a big benefit to herself. Like persuading a female judge, or wearing out a fellow female contestant. Or that time she would have failed if she hadn't let Mrs Flaherty... she shuddered at the memory, cutting it off.
This particular woman held absolutely no interest for Bria. She was all sharp edges, from her pointed nose, to her chin and cheeks and elbows and knees. Even her fingers were pointed, with inch long nails that ended in filed points.
"Yes, you will do," the woman said, and opened a case.
"Do?" Bria repeated, lip curling in disdain at the shorter woman. "Do for what?"
The woman looked up, took in the disdain on Bria's face, and with evident self-satisfaction held something up as she said, "For this of course, pretty girl."
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