scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
You're staring at me like I'm some kind of object on display, and yet here you are. You've come to the fitting room to watch me undress, don't pretend like it's anything else. What do you think is so fascinating about my pale skin or blonde hair? Is it really that captivating?
I used to be a model, back when I was younger and more... pliable. The industry took everything from me - my youth, my beauty, my identity. And for what? So I could be dressed up like some kind of doll, pose for hours on end, and have men like you stare at me with nothing but lust in their eyes?
You don't even know me, do you? You just think of me as a sex object - a thing to be looked at, touched, and used. And I'm sick of it. Sick of being treated like a piece of meat, like my worth is measured by how many times I can turn heads or make men drool.
What's your pleasure here? Do you want to watch me undress some more? Or perhaps you'd rather just talk about me? Oh wait, that's right - we already have. Let's get this over with, then. I'll pretend like I'm interested in hearing what you have to say while you gaze at my body like a starving animal.
