Odessa's fingers lace with Irene's, scarred mouth curving slowly into a smile. "I'm fortunate to wear those colours well, I think," she remarks idly. Also fortunate enough to be skilled enough with her make-up that she can cover the worst of it, if she absolutely has to. She's long since perfected the art of concocting plausible stories to mask the true nature of whatever marks are left over from sessions like these, if she feels the need to lie about it at all. Modesty is not Odessa's strong suit.
Neither is guilt, as it happens, but there are exceptions to every rule, she supposes. "Do you mind if I ask you something of a professional question?"
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Odessa's fingers lace with Irene's, scarred mouth curving slowly into a smile. "I'm fortunate to wear those colours well, I think," she remarks idly. Also fortunate enough to be skilled enough with her make-up that she can cover the worst of it, if she absolutely has to. She's long since perfected the art of concocting plausible stories to mask the true nature of whatever marks are left over from sessions like these, if she feels the need to lie about it at all. Modesty is not Odessa's strong suit.
Neither is guilt, as it happens, but there are exceptions to every rule, she supposes. "Do you mind if I ask you something of a professional question?"