The texture of her skin and especially of her hair fascinated me. I had never seen such tightly curled locks. She had bound her hair into two thick and long elaborate braids. Venus absent-mindedly caressed the right braid while listening to yet another suitor make his pitch. I doubted he realized this was a telltale sign that he was already dismissed. She had a few tells that I had come to identify. Although I could be wrong, this one signified he was boring. When she twisted the tips, it meant she wanted to strangle the idiot babbling in front of her. And to hide an urge to laugh at some
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