his fucking food is disgusting, girl,” Isis commented, pointing to her plate with her fork. “Beggars can’t be choosers, but damn, is this supposed to be lasagna?”
Isis’ body was thin, wiry, with vanilla-colored skin impressively stretched over ridges of lean muscle tissue. She was average height but nicely portioned, with shoulder-length hair.
Kimpa cracked a sheepish grin. Kimpa Peoples was the closest thing to physical perfection that one could reach. Some said she favored the platinum, Grammy Award-winning pop-superstar, Rihanna. She possessed all the voluptuous assets men desired,...