"Celeste was right, you are good with your camera, even makes me look good," she laughed, a rather sparkling, genuine laugh."I think you look quite yo...ng, I would have guessed you might be about forty."She laughed again, saying, "Asian skin, maybe, but I am fifty-six, that is sure."I had her stand and turn for some full length shots then asked if she wanted to try on another outfit."Yes, we can go look in my closet, see what you think. Celeste says you have a good eye for women's clothes," she. “Missing them, are you?” She teased.I shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot before Emilia's intense stare, thinking of something witty to retort, but nothing came to mind. I wasn't expecting her to be so forthright.She seemed to enjoy my squirming before putting me out of my misery. “Things have been a bit tight, actually,” she sighed. “I haven't been able to afford my regular pedicure this week. It blows.”“Aren't you able to paint them yourself?”“Oh, no way,” she said with mild shock. “I. Rashumba certainly did have an awesome physique for a woman! But those thighs were just a mite too well muscled for her own good, decided the coolly analytical Clemmy, becoming calmer inside and planning her tactics for the coming bloodshed. Her own trimmer, but equally strong, thighs would serve her better in a battle of movement. Rashumba did have pretty big hands, though - but so did, Clemmy! She clenched one of hers and made a quick comparison - Not bad!Once she had completely stripped she. This is what's wrong with mainstream, patriarch dominated religion." A wild look appeared in Babylon's eyes as she went into a longwinded rant on the evils of male dominated religion.I could feel the doubt radiating out from the group about our claims of performing magic, particularly from Starlight. She was a green-haired girl with her small, budding breasts and nipples pierced with gold barbells tipped with emeralds and an innocent, pixyish look liked the sweetest, kindest girl you could.