04-20-2020, 07:10 PM
Rena dropped to a nearly empty chair heedless of whatever flimsy garment was underneath her, fascinated. "Power of the gods"? Men could do it? It could be studied?
She leaned forward. "Can you show me? Like the...I don't know. For me it is just instinct. Sort of blurry...lines or string or something. There are differences but I don't really know what they are. Does your....program show this?"
If she could use the power of the gods...she didn't even know how to finish the thought. She thought it had been enough to get out of the sad pathetic world she had grown up in and move into the one of catwalks and runways, of parties and high society. The club she had been denied entrance into finally deigning to let her in. All the mean girls from her school or neighborhood had to have noticed her then.
What would the power of the gods mean?
She leaned forward. "Can you show me? Like the...I don't know. For me it is just instinct. Sort of blurry...lines or string or something. There are differences but I don't really know what they are. Does your....program show this?"
If she could use the power of the gods...she didn't even know how to finish the thought. She thought it had been enough to get out of the sad pathetic world she had grown up in and move into the one of catwalks and runways, of parties and high society. The club she had been denied entrance into finally deigning to let her in. All the mean girls from her school or neighborhood had to have noticed her then.
What would the power of the gods mean?