THEREâS LACE. SO, SO much lace. But even more prominent is Dianaâs olive skin, contrasted against the black lace that hangs scarcely from her figure. Some might say she breathes to life the image of Venus, but sheâs also so very beautiful in her own right, with the rosy apple of her cheeks and the lush curve of her lips. Itâs the smile, though, that shines the brightest when Judy looks at her. If Diana is a star, then Judy is the entire night sky, and by the gods, Diana never has witnessed anything quite as extraordinary as Judyâs smile. And that look on her face right now? That look thatâs split between desire and appreciation? Diana wants to bottle it up and keep it forever, or kiss it until the smile widens. Either would be a damn right honor.Â
â Does that mean you like what you see? â She asks finally, doing a little twirl, because she has this feeling that doing so will illicit a life from Judy.Â