Better than Bread

The petite little goth, dress a bare shoulder, long sleeve crop-top. With a matching thigh-high flared skirt. Furthermore she was rocking a thick cloth band choker, and some fishnet stockings. The entirety of it all being black. Suppose that is this girl's style. Her hair was black with some deep red highlights, tied in a pulled back twin ponytail. Curly bangs draping over her cheeks framing her face.

"Wow she's short!" John blurts under his breath as she walks way, in what looks to be the dining room. Her frilly dress shirt wavy, as she skipped along.

John finds himself alone again, looking about the house. The enter-way, like a large corridor between the living room, stairs, and dining room. The wall are white and bare, with an open steel beam with a sleek concrete finish.

"I like the house... it's different." John half yells, hoping she didn't exceed ear shot. Trying to spark a conversation wouldn't be bad anyway. She is kinda cute John thought.

"Yeah..." Could be faintly heard, growing closer. "It's may sisters' and mine. Hey umm... its gonna sound funny but I ain't got no money" The goth girl sings, in a goofy, totally opposing the stereotype. She looks fun... look at them gages in her ears... that jawline, and those lips! She's actually pretty hot too. She seems to manifest a brand new sense of beauty to John's eyes. Her body though tiny, radiated sex all over. Her hands behind her back, holding something.

"Yeah..." John blindly hums. Looking into the dark eyed seductress. She smiles biting her lower lip, walking on her toes closer to him.

"You think... maybe I could... you know, offer something else?" the woman asks heatedly. The sound of buttons snap as she pulls way her skirt in her left hand to her side, showing it to him. A black book on display in the other.