Chapter 29Alex
“Who are you,” the man demanded in perfect English. His long beard was almost to his stomach and hung in front of two manicured hands interlaced over the prominent hump.
That's what Alex first saw. Those perfect, oiled nails and soft hands over a huge belly, with oiled, combed hair hanging in a pointy tail in front of them. It was a display a luxury that made a stark contrast with the cages, and the smell, and her nakedness. Her nails were manicured too, a deep red. She had matched it to her lipstick for Rob's party. The whole situation had a distinctive oneiric patina as if it were one of her bizarre repeated dreams of being n***d in different situations. Only it wasn't a dream, was it?
“I'm Alejandra De Luca, and you are?” she asked, standing.
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