The Empress

The mirrors, now, predictably, showed naked women.

Naked women locked out of their houses. Naked women stranded in swimming pools. Naked women streaking across football fields. Naked women caught in spotlights on theatre stages. Naked women hiding in bushes. Naked women locked in cages. Naked women posing for art classes. Naked women handcuffed to railings. Naked women tied to beds. Naked women trapped on subway trains.

The mirrors zoomed in on the naked women. They drank in every last, intimate detail of their blushing, quivering nudity, enjoying every twitch and tremor, every jiggling buttocks, every bouncing tit and bead of moisture from between parted pussy lips. An obscene, lewd display. It was eminently clear that the women in the mirrors were utterly mortified by their nudity, shivering in shame, wanting above all things to no longer be seen. The mirrors seemed to take a cruel delight in exposing their humiliation to the world.

Bonnie and Susie shared looks, and saw sympathy blushes on each other's faces. They couldn't look away from the mirrors, of course. They just had to keep on moving.

"Okay," said Bonnie, as she stepped around a corner and came upon a particularly lewd scene of a slender black girl scowling as she pumped a red Cadillac full of gas. "If you think you're going to..."

Instantly, the mirrors snapped back to normal, and Bonnie was confronted with her own image. She and Susie were now both stark naked, of course. She folded her hands over her bare body and snapped "Come on! This isn't funny!"

Her reflection gave her a wink. Then, it moved its hands away, revealing Bonnie's peachy naked breasts and the bush of ginger curls adorning her pink pussy lips.

Bonnie blinked in confusion. She tried to move her hands back across her body, and found she couldn't. She cast a despairing glance back at Susie, who was in the same predicament.

Susie took a deep breath.

"No covering up," she said, and took a slow step. Images of her nude body, her dark braids and petite breasts and full-moon bottom and pale, silky mound of Venus and the neat, perfect slit of her pussy, were reflected over and over in the mirrors for as far as her eyes could see. "And I don't think we can move any faster than a walk."

"Susie," said Bonnie, eyeing her own blushing face in the passing mirrors, "I think we should find another tarot card as quickly as possible."

"I think so, too."