Giselle opened the door and gestured for me to walk out. “Stop hiding yourself. You’re beautiful. Every single thing about you. That bush especially. It separates you from all of the other pussy’s out there. I don’t see bushes anymore. Just landing strips and Brazilian’s.” We walked out into the hallway, and she added. “You know what it gives? Vintage. Classic. You give classic, Jezebel. It’s sexy. Own it.”
