Маркер перманентный "Silver&Gold", золотистый

The colors were faded, and the garment itself was too short, too tight to be quite stylish. The hem struck her at mid-thigh and revealed most of her long, slim legs. They were lovely legs, and I wondered why I should take any note of that fact, given my own situation. She was young, and mature in some ways. Her body was prettily developed, and frankly displayed by the tight dress. I had a definite impression of round, high tits and a slender waist. But her face was childlike, sweet after a fashion, the pale flesh set off between the falls of silver-gold hair. Her mouth was tiny, her nose small and perfect, and her eyes a blue-gray. "Oh," she said in a soft light voice, and her eyes fixed upon me where I lay. I stared back at them, and they were the saddest, most haunting eyes I had ever seen. For a moment I could forget my own problems, as I wondered what could have given this young girl such a gaze of heart-tugging sadness. My heart leaped out to her, across the six or seven feet of space separating us, and well, I can't explain it ...»