<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/c8/88/e5/c888e5269a9fd9ce9dd07279cbb1c294.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryder Monroe<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Liz's flat,<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liz<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Show and tell<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Less and less<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Oh, bitch, you ain't seen the half of it." She watched her sister shed and redress. "Yeah. Love the snake. And did you get a boob job?"<br/><br/>When Liz finished in the bathroom, Ryder was standing in the door of the bedroom, totally bare, back facing the hall. She was posing, arms up and braced against the sides of the doorframe, hip cocked, emphasizing the lines of her small but curvy butt, and the muscles of her back and shoulders. It looked like she'd done it before, showing off- it also was clear she'd lost quite a bit of weight since Liz had seen her last.<br/><br/>But her ink!  Almost her entire back was taken up with a Reaper, hovering over a sleeping maiden, done in fine detail in black and purple. Then she turned around, maintaining the same basic model's pose. "And THIS one hurt like hell," she said, one finger flicking downward  at her crotch. Across her shaved mount was written in large black Gothic letters:<strong> ABANDON ALL HOPE</strong>"But it always gets a laugh. Mommadykes just love it." She stayed that way, totally exposed, for a long minute, giving her twin an eyeful, then brought her arms down.<br/><br/>"Lemme get dressed, and I can go find some food for us while you nap out. If I can borrow twenty bucks. I'm pretty tapped. Gonna go by Liam's place, chat with him some more, see if he knows anyone who'll pay a skinny pitch to take pictures of her in her skin, or something."