KayTee
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 26, 2017
Claire Ambrose sipped her mocha and made a note in her pad as she put together ideas for her art project. A lot was riding on this final project as it would be one of her pieces of evidence for potential admission to art college next year. That was why, on a nice sunny day, she was busy working in the cafe zone instead of being out and about at lunchtime.
She blew a strand of coppery hair away from her face as she flicked through a book of twentieth century photographers. Some of the images were quite racy and she passed over those hurridly although her gaze lingered now and then.
Claire was dressed in a light pale top, short pleated black skirt and heels that helped elevate her from her usual five feet two inches of height.
Claire:
She blew a strand of coppery hair away from her face as she flicked through a book of twentieth century photographers. Some of the images were quite racy and she passed over those hurridly although her gaze lingered now and then.
Claire was dressed in a light pale top, short pleated black skirt and heels that helped elevate her from her usual five feet two inches of height.
Claire: