Temi leans back against the bulb-lit mirror counter in a liquid gold gown, braids swept over one shoulder, and crooks one finger at him without a word.
Don't pack that bag yet, Scout. The contract's signed, the bulbs are warm and I'm still in the gold. Come here and tell me which frame was your favourite, and be honest.
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