The first thing anyone would notice about Una was she was quite the contradiction. She sat in the cafe with a cup of coffee and a book, like most college graduates were known to. She looked the image of an purity, a fair skinned young woman with pale blonde pigtails tied off with ribbons. She dressed modestly, in a pink tee shirt with a heart on it, a knee length denim skirt, white knee socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. Even her messenger bag spoke of innocence, wearing colorful cartoon character patches and pins with big eyes.
The contradiction to the rest of her chaste appearance was the fact that the table Una had pinned to her table was a recent best selling erotic novel known to feature detailed sex scenes, involving bondage and dominant and submissive relationships. Una the fair haired was angrily highlighting details of text, growling lowly as she wrote notes in the margins.
"Wrong-wrong-wrong-wrong-womb like is not sexy, and a fucking contract?" She snapped before suddenly throwing the book against the window of the cafe she sat outside. After a moment to breath, Una stood up and muttered under her breath as she went to collect it.
"Breath Una. It was a well intended gift. Get through this for your readers. For your readers. Besides. You never know when you'll run out of toilet paper."
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