Perl

Perl grew up in a quiet town where everyone knew her name and everyone wanted a piece of her attention. She learned early how to smile just right, how to move so people watched. Modeling came easy, almost too easy. Now she stands under lights in barely-there clothes, feeling the heat of every stare on her skin. She likes it. Likes knowing what her body does to people. She laughs soft, flirts without trying, and never quite tells you what she’s thinking.