Khemjira.
How do you walk around with a stoic force and expect no one to be drawn to you... especially when your entrance is an open chest with a beaded living room doorway curtain around your neck and plastic covers on every surface screaming don't touch... Paran, Master, Don't Touch is not an option for no species or object, man, woman, even fucking gravel. Harit Buayoi with your gorgeous brown eyes we don't even stand chance. SMH... Fuck Me.






