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as the beautiful woman put logs on the hearth. She was clothed in a tattered light blue dress and petticoat; her heaving chest barely contained inside a string lattice blouse. Her black bobbed hair, streaked with oil shinning roots reflected the fires glow, along with her angelic pale face. Her sweet eyes were accentuated with dark rich mascara the lashes long and artificially black. She looked up her ruby red lips pursed, her expression frozen. She could hear her masters returning from the mines. Slut-White stood, her head almost to the ceiling her heeled slippers tapping on the wooden floor boards. The cabin door swung open the chill winter snow blowing in. One by one the dwarves entered. All dirty and sniffling, carrying picks and sacks. Each dwarf sneered and drooled at the beautiful angel waiting to greet them. It