Kaela
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A few minutes before the show began, I was already in the dressing room, wearing a long white gown.
According to Mr. Kirstin, it was a show we were putting on. A virgin who loses her innocence tonight.
It made my stomach twist. But the thought of being f****d also made flutters rise in my stomach. Maybe I was a sick f**k.
One of the ladies was fixing my makeup. The makeup was dull. No bold eye shadows or lipstick. Just opted for nude coloring for my eyes, and a soft pink for my lips.
They braided my hair into two sticks.
Mr. Kirstin rushed in, clapping his hands. “Let’s move faster,” he said, urgency seeping into his voice.
When I was done, I stood before Mr. Kirstin.
“Now, listen,” he said, “ just follow Liam’s lead, okay? You’re innocent. You don’t have to act. Ju
