“If we did, your hair looked different,” Anders tells her.“Hmm,” Mela purrs. “I’m not really into dying my hair.”“Does it feel hot in ...ere to you?” Anders asks, suddenly feeling stuffy.“I don’t think so,” Mela murmurs.Anders can see beads of perspiration forming on her back. He watches as one appears on her shoulder, and then runs slowly onto her back and down her side. She wiggles, making her head more comfortable, her eyes never leaving the man. As she moves, she lifts herself up a little,. How can you act properly when you’re soaked like this?” I asked as we sat on the bean bag after her smokey exit. Naive little me was genuinely concerned that she might overheat and collapse on stage. She stared at me, her eyes glazing as they adjusted to the darkness. “Does my sweaty body bother you?” she quipped coldly. I was glad it was so dark under the stage, because I felt myself blushing like a ten-year-old. “Of course not. It’s very…” The words still in my head tied my tongue in a knot.. "If that's the case," Kim argued, "I think we should wear a bikini underneath the t-shirt."I shook my head at her complete innocence. "Not if you want to win," I corrected. "I'm sure that the audience is looking to see more than just a bathing suit underneath. They want to see your nipples stick out and your breasts bounce around." Kim blushed meekly.Dawn jumped in and added, "Amy's probably right. It's part of the game. If you want to win, you have to play the game the way it's meant to be. He found her sitting at her dressing table in her bedroom. She barely looked up to take the glass as he offered it to her and then waved him away to a seat on the far side of the room. "You'll have to wait while I finish getting ready. Sit down there," she ordered.Although Mistress Ruth was in her early fifties, George thought, she still presented an attractive sight as she fidgeted with her hair and her make up. From where George was sitting he had a clear view of one stocking clad leg where.