The eyes slithered across her body like someone probing her sexuality; probing for some weakness or something to criticise, some vulnerability to exploit. For a fleeting moment, they looked into her brown eyes, as if trying to gauge her mood, but moved on down to her breasts, then her abdomen and her hips. They stopped there, starring, with disapproval that clearly showed in the narrowed eyelids and crow’s- feet spreading from the corner of her eyelids. They measured her from top to toe, judging, critiquing, approving, disapproving, with a penetrating stare that send shivers through her once youthful body.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” She said and walked away.
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