“I like your hair.” “Thanks.” Erika twirls a bright-orange curl at the end of one of her braids. “I like your tits.” Celeste sticks out her chest. “Thanks, they’re real.” “I’m saving up for a pair of my own,” Erika says. Celeste whips out her phone. “Give me your number. When you’re ready, I’ll send you some pictures for reference so you can show the doctor.” “Wow, thank you so much.”
