Deviant Desires
Star
- Joined
- May 7, 2012
- Location
- United Kingdom
The library in this town was not hugely old but instead a vast modern building of glass and steel. It was incongruous with the huge number of old books that it housed within its structure and the atmosphere of silence and study that it embodied. No time was this more so that at night, when the majority of staff had left for other nocturnal activities. But as it was often open late into the night, it had sometimes become the home for people who dared not venture out in the day, those who valued knowledge and study, those such as the woman who strode down its halls this evening.
Kirsty McBride had been around a few libraries in her time. Older than her appearance, she still looked around her late 20s, her pale skin and choice of bold colours giving her a very striking appearance. She wore all black, her favourite colour, a pair of tight leggings and vest top under a long, cotton overcoat. Her bright red hair was at shoulder length and matched the crimson shade of nail varnish on her delicate fingers. Fingers with which she was browsing the books on the shelf with.
It was late and what she had just begun to realise as she searched through the library was that she was starting to feel hungry. And as she continued to look, Kirsty found that she was browsing the users of the library rather than the tomes on the shelf. One of them might be suitable, one of them might even be the one she was looking for. She kept looking, but the night time users of the library were now her target and she browsed them like she browsed the books, with interest.
Kirsty McBride had been around a few libraries in her time. Older than her appearance, she still looked around her late 20s, her pale skin and choice of bold colours giving her a very striking appearance. She wore all black, her favourite colour, a pair of tight leggings and vest top under a long, cotton overcoat. Her bright red hair was at shoulder length and matched the crimson shade of nail varnish on her delicate fingers. Fingers with which she was browsing the books on the shelf with.
It was late and what she had just begun to realise as she searched through the library was that she was starting to feel hungry. And as she continued to look, Kirsty found that she was browsing the users of the library rather than the tomes on the shelf. One of them might be suitable, one of them might even be the one she was looking for. She kept looking, but the night time users of the library were now her target and she browsed them like she browsed the books, with interest.