You leave the room and find the bannister just outside your room. You lean against it, smiling and sighing, feeling great despite the fact that your car crashed yesterday. You wonder, would the owner of the mansion, who you have decided to call the Master, would he mind if you stayed for a while longer?
You turn to see a photo beside the door, one of a beautiful, young girl of only about seventeen, but she had the body of a model, with large, well-developed breasts, a pinched waist, wide hips and meatier-than-average thighs, a plump, firm butt, and long, shapely legs. She had long, voluminous velvet red curls that looked so real you could practically feel them. Her eyes were emerald-green and she had a smattering of freckles on her nose and on her cheeks, just below her eyes. Her chin was narrow, but her jaw was angled and her cheeks were subtly pronounced. At a closer look, you find that the girl is not wearing makeup.
You do not realize that you are entranced by the painting until you feel something land on your shoulder.
"Hello," a voice says, and you turn around. It's...
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