This time, she had seriously made a fool of herself. Even though she had managed to shift all the blame to the host and salvaged what's left of her reputation, the damage cannot be undone.
It's impossible to come out of this mess unsullied.
"My sweet cousin, you look troubled. What's on your mind?"
A young, glamorous woman of above-average height walked in, the two bouncing lumps of meat at her chest making every man gawk their eyes dry.
She walked towards Su Muran, her racks ebbing and flowing. Su Muran frowned. She had always found her disagreeable. Sure, you have great assets, but do you have to go around flaunting them to the world?
The woman sat down beside her. Her fingernails, and toenails, were covered in exquisite nail art. A woman's finest features were her hands, and the tender hands in question was a perfect piece of art.
