“You’re following a nail tutorial?” Venus asked with a stupefied expression. My scales darkened, and my wretched hand went right back to scratch the fur below my clavicle. You’d think I would have overcome that nervous tick years ago. “You said it was essential for you, but there are no spas here,” I mumbled in a slightly defensive tone. “So you decided to learn it?” she insisted with a disbelieving look.
