What was odd from the start was that theyd come through the entrance at all, given the hour. By that time of the evening, the doors of the labyrinth are locked. No admittance, no exceptions for the tardyat least that was what I had always been told. Apparently West was powerful enough in the hierarchy to warrant this exception.
Soon as I figured that out, I turned my attention to the girl.
She was exceptional, yes, although she looked nothing like the girls Id normally seen with West. His preference leaned toward aggressively slutty types with fake blonde hair, long polished nails and t**s that were manufactured on the operating tablefirm as grapefruits and hard to squeeze.
This girl was pretty as a sonnet, lithe as an aria, like a breath of airyou know, the one you feel against yo
