The woman looks nervously at the camera off to the side of the curtain, then looks away from it down at her hair as her fingers absently twists at the long locks. "When I was a little girl growing up, playing with my dolls, living a happy life... you know, the apple of my daddy's eye. I never thought I would be me standing here...doing what I do now."
She looks a little abashed for a few seconds before she clears her throat and looks back at the camera as if daring you to think her bad. "But you know, you can stop and look back over your life and try to figure out what you did wrong or you can just accept that maybe it wasn't ..isn't wrong, but it's what ..where you are supposed to be." She shrugs some what apologetically before turning to face the curtain once more. Barely audible you hear her mutter "Come on you lucky bastard..pull that cord and see what you have won...."
The blonde giggles slightly as her glazed eyes watch the cameraman. You can tell she probably has already started her party for the night. "feel bad?" her words slur slightly as her voice raises "ha, as if I would feel bad about this" she runs her hands down her scantly clad body.
"baby.. you don't feel bad when you look this good." her hand raises up to her hair for a few seconds as she works to collect what she wants to say "feeling bad is for those who have no self-esteem and those who don't have esteem get the bottom end of the stick." She laughs shrilly again as she turns (Read more...)