C72 The Grief of the Long-legged Woman

long-legged woman finished her call, her right hand resting lazily on the railing. As she swayed, her body rippled like water, I was mesmerized by what I saw. She blew smoke rings and cocked her head at me. "Have you seen enough?"

After all, she was a star. Earlier, I had mistakenly thought that she was just a university student, so I said a bit too much out of fear of provoking her