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A beautiful, red-haired young woman lay naked on the carpeted floor of a strange room located in the poorer business district of downtown Los Angeles. The room itself was square; the walls and ceiling were draped with dark blue velvet; one wall was completely covered with a mirror of smoky glass. A light mist of incense made the room hazy, almost surrealistic. The only light came from seven candles which stood on a low, altar-like platform also covered with velvet, that was placed near the wall directly opposite the mirror. The dancing flames made flickering shadows play on the skin of the girl, emphasizing each ripe curve of her voluptuous body.
She lay in what appeared to be a trance-like state; her eyes were closed and the only movement came from the rhythmic heaving of her creamy young breasts that rose and fell regularly while the candle flames made pink and rosy patterns on her skin. Periodically she would twist her slender body as if in the throes of an erotic dream; her long tapering legs would thrash and writhe, exposing the glistening “vee” of her pubic hair that seemed to twitch with a pulsing life of its own.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.