Strikes your fancy
That was always going to be remembered. Not the meaning, just the words as it had a funny ring to it. Her eyes looked at her friend's dark ruby eyes and nodded. ''Alright...'' she started to say. It was too late as she saw her go after some woman with blonde hair, spite herself not really liking the color. If she was to pick blonde for her own hair color, it was to hide from her Country, not for attractiveness. Her eyes looked at her in question, lips curving in a straight expression as if she wasn't impressed . ''I'll go look for my own. Good luck.'' Arisa spoke softly, smiling and waving up and down motion. She swiftly turned around and went out to go look for her own 'models'.
Yawning softly, the tall woman walked around to see if she could see any woman who could 'strike her fancy'. As of yet, no one has. There were women who were too thin and could see the outline of their bones and so on, she couldn't feel any 'fancy striking' towards anyone. She stopped walking, put her right hand on her hip and winged it towards the right. Her head turned, eyes wandered as she gazed around. All were not striking her as attractive. Her hand went up to her chin in a stereotypical thinking position. 'Mmm... What would I find attractive?' she thought. She automatically thought about the one and only dude she ever felt anything for.
Her eyes then caught a short haired woman with black hair, her eyes were like sapphires, body fit, medium chest sized and a great asset. Her hands touched her own butt and then looked at hers. 'Yep... she's the one. Go get her.' spoke the dark voice, imagining her rolling her eyes. She walked up slowly to her and bowed her head. ''Excuse me. Would you like to fashion model for a great clothes-line? You'll get paid and people will recognize your beauty like I have.'' she spoke so motherly, wondrous and soft. Her accent was out-of-this-world, but as the woman spoke -- so was she. ''I would love to.'' she spoke, smiling as sweet as herself. This felt perfect and her heart was beating quickly. Arisa looked at the girl's olive flawless skin in which she then followed her, walking towards Alisa. She went to Alisa and once she found her, she introduced to her 'friend' that she found. Soon and closely enough, they went to take the models to the guy that seemed rather different and got paid. Finally, after getting paid she left with her friend to do other things.
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