*Senya*
Beauty has always been my currency, and for some reason, with him, I do not want it to be, which is part of the reason I had held on to the mask for so long. But beneath it my face had grown dewy, and I had become weary of it providing a barrier between us in more ways than one. I hadn’t wanted to discuss it anymore, and had needed to move beyond it. And blast it, I had wanted his fingers caressing my cheeks, caressing all of me.
This room had made me believe he wouldn’t be fixated with my appearance, that he values much more, and truly understands women. Not that this chamber isn’t gorgeous, but it reflects a man’s tastes, the sort of room a man would be comfortable in, he had given women access to a small corner of a man’s world. Not with only the billiards table but the hunter-gr
