As the mind endeavors to reach one goal, the heart insensibly drags us toward another.
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As much as I love Shadowheart wearing the Dark Justiciar armor, it sure does look pokey.
I'm sure Eva appreciates getting to safely hug her.
This is my BG3 doodle to tide me over until I can work on more, as I'm finishing up the commissions I still have left since closing them. I really enjoy commissions, but man my mindset has it to where I can't hardly work on anything else when I have them. And I've got a lot of art I wanna do.
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Thot of the day:
Most people didn't even have the guts to look him straight in the eye. Much less to take a stand against his rule.
Yet here you were.
Wearing only a lace set, with your skin shimmering with golden dust and sweat; you stood proudly in front of Lloyd Hansen himself.
Not once did you look away from him, not even when the pathetic scum of a client rambled his complaints to Lloyd. He was disgusting back in the private room and even more so now, as he spread himself on the couch like he owned the place.
He didn't. And you knew that soon enough - no matter what Lloyd's decision regarding your case would be - the man was going to be taught a lesson.
Because no one should feel equal to Lloyd, especially not on his turf. Not in his club.
As the douchebag spilled his annoying complaints, Lloyd's eyes were focused on you.
At first it was a sharp glare, which would make many cower back in fear. Then he scanned you head to toe, a glimmer of interest softening his lethal look.
The scumbag kept talking when Lloyd suddenly lifted his hand in a silencing gesture. The man tried to talk past it, but one hiss from Lloyd shut him up immediately.
Lloyd nodded at you.
"You work for me, Sunshine." He reminded you. "I expect best performance from my employees. Why do I have to suffer a migraine from this idiot's complaints about your duties?"
"I do work for you," you replied, coolly. "I dance on the stage. I give private dances. I strip, if a client pays extra. But I won't let anyone grope me. Nor will I agree to any of the sleazy demands he made."
Lloyd seemed more curious than angry. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes shifting to your cleavage and back to your face.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because I work for you and you haven't agreed to it."
Corner of Lloyd's mouth curved up in a smirk, which then spread into a full, shark-like grin.
"You're a smart-ass, aren't you Sunshine?" He chuckled.
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Jacqueline Bisset photographed by Eva Sereny during the filming of Day For Night, 1973.
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