[The manuscript is being saved and will be opened when the collection is enough or another one is completed.
Margaret dreamed of Roxanne again.
She rested her arms on the railing, her messy hair caught in the wind, and her long skirts that she had taken off were piled up at her feet.
The stockings with complex patterns wrapped around her slender and voluptuous legs, and the knots to prevent them from slipping were hung around her soft waist.
One side is fastened, and the other side seems to be violently torn off, hanging on the outside of the thigh.
The rubies on the necklace were exaggeratedly large, making her slender neck reveal an unbearably weak curvature.
Thin chains studded with diamonds reflected dazzling light spots, some swayed gently in the wind, and some were hooked on her thin black shoulder straps that were crowded with soft flesh.
Only one glove was worn, and the other was placed on the railing. The exposed arm was covered with various bruises.
There was a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers, and the smoke was slowly exhaled from her bright red and full lips.
Her beautiful but lifeless face has a sculptural, cold luster, and her snow-white skin reveals a gray sheen.
She casually lowered her gaze, her dark brown eyes were like cloudy glass, and said without sincerity: "I'm sorry."
Intention: Make every effort.
