They partook. It was a scene of desperate consumption, framed against the backdrop of high art. The audience gasped, then applauded. It was grotesque, yet somehow, in the dim light of L’essence, it was beautiful. It was the crescendo of the evening's entertainment.
"I'm still starving," Sophie admitted. "Do you want to get a slice of pizza?" two girls one cup hungry bitches
It was a cup. But not just any cup. It was a matte-black, artisanal ceramic vessel, chipped perfectly to imply a history of tragedy and resilience. They partook