Room 508
There were cracks in the walls along the burgundy bathroom ceiling and zigzagged down to the cabinet mirror. The mirror needed wiping as it was disgustingly smeared and perhaps it was smeared with random, sweaty hands. Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged and her coily hair had run dry. The girl was exhausted and her jaw ached. In fact, her legs along with her thighs terribly throbbed, and her back felt agonizing. Her hazel gleaming eyes were the most alluring, but exotic feature; let alone the built curvy hips and full lips she possessed. Chocolate freckles laid in abundance spreading across the bridge of her nose to her brassy cheeks. The eye shadow she wore sweated off, however, the colors didn’t compliment her to begin with. She let out a deep sorrowful sigh. Before leaving the bathroom and back to her client, she took one last look in the mirror. What did she see in her reflection; a dirty girl or a soulless being?
