Rosura
Confused follower of the great PseudoLives
"If my life were as pampered as you think it so, then I'd have no reason to speak foul of it, would I?" She retorted, her voice not one of anger, but one of pure distress and loneliness. She kept her back to him as she pulled up the long sleeve she was wearing, showing him her bare shoulder and upper arm. A large bruise was located on majority of her shoulder, the shade of the purple being so dark it was almost black.
"And I guess you believe this is yet another privilege of my pampered life." She murmured, her hand trembling as even touching the area around the bruise stung her sensitive skin. She let the sleeve go, letting it slide down her arm and go down to her hand, the bruise hidden from underneath the satin. She said nothing else as she sat back down in front of her looking glass, knowing the next step was going to be the flashy makeup she was required to wear, even though she was barely out of the stages of childhood.
"And I guess you believe this is yet another privilege of my pampered life." She murmured, her hand trembling as even touching the area around the bruise stung her sensitive skin. She let the sleeve go, letting it slide down her arm and go down to her hand, the bruise hidden from underneath the satin. She said nothing else as she sat back down in front of her looking glass, knowing the next step was going to be the flashy makeup she was required to wear, even though she was barely out of the stages of childhood.