Marcellia slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, "Is it going to hurt?"
Olivia took up a glue gun, "Only if the hot glue catches her skin." My eyes widened and she nervously chuckled, "Which it definitely won't because I'm a professional."
I have a very strong feeling this lady is not a professional.
"There's a scar on your chest, what happened to you?" Olivia questioned while rubbing a sweet-scented, but sticky liquid on my thighs and my chest.
"I was in a car accident a long time ago," I simply responded.
Olivia placed a piece of fake flesh from a box and placed it near my thigh, "Too dark?" Marcellia nodded and searched through the box herself, "Her skin is more on the pale side."
I frowned and muttered to myself, "This is going to take forever."
"Did you say something hon?" Olivia questioned.