Chapter Seven: Dressing-RoomMature

The girls crowding in the dressing room all looked the same. Their pale skin had been painted over in caramel-coloured spray-tan. Their hair was all long and bleached to blonde. Sugar-pink and cherry-red coated trout-pouts and eyes that were big, blue and staring. They had the long, thin legs of foals, the fragile heap-of-bones bodies of corpses in the last stage of decay, and the same look in their eyes, the look that portrayed their self-centred personalities. They would prance about and simper in the dog-show sort of paegants. Then one would have some shimmering crown of diamonds placed on her blonde head and the rest would go home, cry for hours and then starve themselves until next year...

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