<span style="font-size: 10px">“I long for a face made of flesh and blood, Elyot, no one of porcelain and china” Geneviève admitted bitterly as the imp held her chin suspended with his finger. Her fingertips gently slid over the shape of her face and her red lips tweaked into a soft smile “My face is the most delicately beautiful thing in this world, I feel it a sin not to admire its glory. If beholding its loveliness causes my mind to fade then that is the price I am willing to pay” Geneviève spoke in a softer tone, her glass eyes rolling to the side to watch the mischievous imp lust for her flesh.  <br/>
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The elegant woman put up no argument as the imp did the opposite of what she had wanted, her dress loosening it fell down to her waist, exposing her perfectly clear, creamy white flesh. His touch caused Geneviève to take a shuddering breath, though they had been doing this for nearly a century, Elyot’s touch still made Geneviève feel alive, like a normal woman. “You are a greedy thing” Geneviève sneered, pulling a hair pin from her coils of soft blond hair she looked to him, her glass eyes showing no emotion. With a quick and fluid movement, Geneviève stabbed the pin above her left breast, it pierced the skin only a little, but it was enough to bring a bead of blood to the surface. It glimmered in the ambient candle light as it slowly trickled down towards the gap of her breasts. <br/>
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“Hurry, our show is about to start” Geneviève ushered, turning to face him, she tilted her head to the right. Her hands gripped the fragile material of her dress, holding it close to her waist ready to bring it back over her naked form once the imp had had its fill. </span>