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"To start Lisa, position yourself on the little cardboard I put on the floor. Perfect, do not worry, it will not hurt you, it's a laser measurement. It's extremely accurate, I'll know exactly how tall are you. Do not move, mouse, 5,879 feet. You can breathe, apnea is not good for the lungs. After getting on the scale, you will take off your clothes and we will take your measurements. Come on, a Lisa makes a total of 52 kilograms of meat. I can call some friends for dinner. Stop Lisa, I stop my jokes, promised. Chest 86, it still does not grow on that side what a shame. Lisa, do not hit me, I was joking. What a bad character, waist 60 and your hips 88, you do not vary at all, it's fine but our child should not be too fat at birth otherwise you will suffer a lot. Lisa, my hair, it hurts a lot. Your measurements have not changed, so we can move on. Looks and admires this works entirely handmade. Pleated long dress in extremely pure silk coming directly from Cambodia. Romantic and bohemian style, with peony prints inspired by Japanese prints. As you can see, the zipper in the back is only 20 centimeters, which means you have to be careful to put her on. The closure is in silver but it is not what really interests us. Half-sleeves puffed. Cream color with printed color flesh, lapis lazuli and whites. Warning, it is a unique piece, it is this year our pride but in return, it is extremely fragile, so it must be handled with care and sensitivity. Therefore, be careful with your big fingers. For my Lisa is the prettiest, Vivienne Westwood lends us these Rocking Horse Slave Kid sandals that are as sublime as timeless. As for the accessories, it seems to me that you will meet someone in this hotel this afternoon. I'll give you confirmation later on after a quick phone call when you try on the dress. Quick go to try her, but please, be very, very careful not to damage it, it would be a disaster."
Before the beauty of this dress, which is by far the most beautiful I have ever worn, I run in the bathroom. She is ultra-light as much by its weight as its appearance. As soon as I saw this dress, immediately, I could guess the work that she represented and therefore what value it should have for the staff Isabel Marant and it is obvious that if I was to damage it now, They will certainly reproach me for it. In the bathroom, by chance, I already wears only my panties, the chore of undressing is not necessary and allows me to save time. I slowly open the zipper to do no stupidity because for me is a habit and am relieved that this part went well. What the stress of having such a garment in your hands. A round, two innings, the most difficult passage, ok. Contrary to my habit, I spend the dress very slowly and let it slide by itself along my body. What an idiot man, he did not find it useful to place a large mirror so that I admire myself. Too bad, I'll ask Eleanor to take a picture of me and I'll see myself later. A little disappointed anyway, I leave the bathroom and head to Eleanor and the idiot man who always smiles.
I take a pose shy little girl. "So, am I beautiful?"
Eleanor raises her thumb. "You are sublime, to say that you are beautiful would be far below the truth."
That idiot Serge turns around me, stops behind me, then lowers his head. "Yes you are sublime but I prefer women with more chest and more buttocks. I guess my future wife can not have everything."
These Latin people are really annoying. They do not stop flirting in all circumstances. "You should rather marry your wrist, you pervert."
The idiot lowers his eyes and then looks at me again with a sad expression in his eyes. "If you knew. My wrist is only my sad mistress in times of famine. This lover has never abandoned me since my teenage years. Stop the nonsense, touch-ups will be minimal. Do not move or I can sting your ankles when I put the needles."
10h45am
"Eleanor, can you take a picture of me, I'd like to keep a souvenir of this beautiful dress."
Eleanor smiled at my childish request. She takes out her smartphone and several photos are quickly taken from different angles. What dexterity, was she a photographer before becoming an agent? I can not wait any longer, the patient is still not one of the qualities that I can put forward, so I rush to steal her smartphone and I enlarge the photos. Really sublime, I can only smile at these photos and this dress that puts me so much in value. After have put on my personal clothes, I regret not being able to bring this dress home but I also know that I will have the opportunity to wear it again. At this thought, I am a little relieved.
Serges who earlier was very relaxed and did not stop making jokes a little silly, changes suddenly expression. His look becomes extremely serious when he approaches Eleanor. He hands him what should be his business card and Eleanor's face freezes. She looks at him but does not seem to know what to say. "No need to be so tense Madam Hamond, as I said earlier, we would like to discuss with you the possibility of amending Lisa's contract. Let's go to the next room, we'll be more at ease. Lisa, you're welcome."
I do not understand what's going on, starting with Eleanor's reaction, but I join them in a small room. Three armchairs, a sofa, a minibar and various high quality furniture can be seen in this small lounge. A door on the left and right make me understand that this is not a banal bedroom but a sequel that this idiot occupies. Why would this man have the right to a sequel? Although he is a staff member, his position does not allow him to be granted such privileges. "Serges, Isabel Marant treat you particularly well to offer you a suite in such a hotel, you are lucky."
Eleanor panics and puts her hand on my mouth. "Lisa, do not say anything and go sit down."
Why is she so afraid of an idiot like him? Ahhh, this woman would she be under the spell of this obsessed? I'll know soon enough, for the moment, I put my buttocks in one of these comfortable armchairs and I end up in a sprawled position. Serges smiles at me but now his smile is very professional. "Lisa, I owe you an apology. The first time we met, Is not me who should to supervise your photo shoot but to another staff member. That day, that person became ill the same morning and so I took his place. I was in New York on business myself, which was handy. You were a very young model and therefore I did not want to scare you by mentioning my true identity. My name is really Serges Dumont and I did some of my studies to have the capacity of a fashion designer assistant but my real job at Isabel Marant is not assistant fashion designer. I am the Assistant Director of Isabel Marant. Please forgive me Lisa."
"What the fuck? ..."
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"To start Lisa, position yourself on the little cardboard I put on the floor. Perfect, do not worry, it will not hurt you, it's a laser measurement. It's extremely accurate, I'll know exactly how tall are you. Do not move, mouse, 5,879 feet. You can breathe, apnea is not good for the lungs. After getting on the scale, you will take off your clothes and we will take your measurements. Come on, a Lisa makes a total of 52 kilograms of meat. I can call some friends for dinner. Stop Lisa, I stop my jokes, promised. Chest 86, it still does not grow on that side what a shame. Lisa, do not hit me, I was joking. What a bad character, waist 60 and your hips 88, you do not vary at all, it's fine but our child should not be too fat at birth otherwise you will suffer a lot. Lisa, my hair, it hurts a lot. Your measurements have not changed, so we can move on. Looks and admires this works entirely handmade. Pleated long dress in extremely pure silk coming directly from Cambodia. Romantic and bohemian style, with peony prints inspired by Japanese prints. As you can see, the zipper in the back is only 20 centimeters, which means you have to be careful to put her on. The closure is in silver but it is not what really interests us. Half-sleeves puffed. Cream color with printed color flesh, lapis lazuli and whites. Warning, it is a unique piece, it is this year our pride but in return, it is extremely fragile, so it must be handled with care and sensitivity. Therefore, be careful with your big fingers. For my Lisa is the prettiest, Vivienne Westwood lends us these Rocking Horse Slave Kid sandals that are as sublime as timeless. As for the accessories, it seems to me that you will meet someone in this hotel this afternoon. I'll give you confirmation later on after a quick phone call when you try on the dress. Quick go to try her, but please, be very, very careful not to damage it, it would be a disaster."
Before the beauty of this dress, which is by far the most beautiful I have ever worn, I run in the bathroom. She is ultra-light as much by its weight as its appearance. As soon as I saw this dress, immediately, I could guess the work that she represented and therefore what value it should have for the staff Isabel Marant and it is obvious that if I was to damage it now, They will certainly reproach me for it. In the bathroom, by chance, I already wears only my panties, the chore of undressing is not necessary and allows me to save time. I slowly open the zipper to do no stupidity because for me is a habit and am relieved that this part went well. What the stress of having such a garment in your hands. A round, two innings, the most difficult passage, ok. Contrary to my habit, I spend the dress very slowly and let it slide by itself along my body. What an idiot man, he did not find it useful to place a large mirror so that I admire myself. Too bad, I'll ask Eleanor to take a picture of me and I'll see myself later. A little disappointed anyway, I leave the bathroom and head to Eleanor and the idiot man who always smiles.
I take a pose shy little girl. "So, am I beautiful?"
Eleanor raises her thumb. "You are sublime, to say that you are beautiful would be far below the truth."
That idiot Serge turns around me, stops behind me, then lowers his head. "Yes you are sublime but I prefer women with more chest and more buttocks. I guess my future wife can not have everything."
These Latin people are really annoying. They do not stop flirting in all circumstances. "You should rather marry your wrist, you pervert."
The idiot lowers his eyes and then looks at me again with a sad expression in his eyes. "If you knew. My wrist is only my sad mistress in times of famine. This lover has never abandoned me since my teenage years. Stop the nonsense, touch-ups will be minimal. Do not move or I can sting your ankles when I put the needles."
10h45am
"Eleanor, can you take a picture of me, I'd like to keep a souvenir of this beautiful dress."
Eleanor smiled at my childish request. She takes out her smartphone and several photos are quickly taken from different angles. What dexterity, was she a photographer before becoming an agent? I can not wait any longer, the patient is still not one of the qualities that I can put forward, so I rush to steal her smartphone and I enlarge the photos. Really sublime, I can only smile at these photos and this dress that puts me so much in value. After have put on my personal clothes, I regret not being able to bring this dress home but I also know that I will have the opportunity to wear it again. At this thought, I am a little relieved.
Serges who earlier was very relaxed and did not stop making jokes a little silly, changes suddenly expression. His look becomes extremely serious when he approaches Eleanor. He hands him what should be his business card and Eleanor's face freezes. She looks at him but does not seem to know what to say. "No need to be so tense Madam Hamond, as I said earlier, we would like to discuss with you the possibility of amending Lisa's contract. Let's go to the next room, we'll be more at ease. Lisa, you're welcome."
I do not understand what's going on, starting with Eleanor's reaction, but I join them in a small room. Three armchairs, a sofa, a minibar and various high quality furniture can be seen in this small lounge. A door on the left and right make me understand that this is not a banal bedroom but a sequel that this idiot occupies. Why would this man have the right to a sequel? Although he is a staff member, his position does not allow him to be granted such privileges. "Serges, Isabel Marant treat you particularly well to offer you a suite in such a hotel, you are lucky."
Eleanor panics and puts her hand on my mouth. "Lisa, do not say anything and go sit down."
Why is she so afraid of an idiot like him? Ahhh, this woman would she be under the spell of this obsessed? I'll know soon enough, for the moment, I put my buttocks in one of these comfortable armchairs and I end up in a sprawled position. Serges smiles at me but now his smile is very professional. "Lisa, I owe you an apology. The first time we met, Is not me who should to supervise your photo shoot but to another staff member. That day, that person became ill the same morning and so I took his place. I was in New York on business myself, which was handy. You were a very young model and therefore I did not want to scare you by mentioning my true identity. My name is really Serges Dumont and I did some of my studies to have the capacity of a fashion designer assistant but my real job at Isabel Marant is not assistant fashion designer. I am the Assistant Director of Isabel Marant. Please forgive me Lisa."
"What the fuck? ..."
"To start Lisa, position yourself on the little cardboard I put on the floor. Perfect, do not worry, it will not hurt you, it's a laser measurement. It's extremely accurate, I'll know exactly how tall are you. Do not move, mouse, 5,879 feet. You can breathe, apnea is not good for the lungs. After getting on the scale, you will take off your clothes and we will take your measurements. Come on, a Lisa makes a total of 52 kilograms of meat. I can call some friends for dinner. Stop Lisa, I stop my jokes, promised. Chest 86, it still does not grow on that side what a shame. Lisa, do not hit me, I was joking. What a bad character, waist 60 and your hips 88, you do not vary at all, it's fine but our child should not be too fat at birth otherwise you will suffer a lot. Lisa, my hair, it hurts a lot. Your measurements have not changed, so we can move on. Looks and admires this works entirely handmade. Pleated long dress in extremely pure silk coming directly from Cambodia. Romantic and bohemian style, with peony prints inspired by Japanese prints. As you can see, the zipper in the back is only 20 centimeters, which means you have to be careful to put her on. The closure is in silver but it is not what really interests us. Half-sleeves puffed. Cream color with printed color flesh, lapis lazuli and whites. Warning, it is a unique piece, it is this year our pride but in return, it is extremely fragile, so it must be handled with care and sensitivity. Therefore, be careful with your big fingers. For my Lisa is the prettiest, Vivienne Westwood lends us these Rocking Horse Slave Kid sandals that are as sublime as timeless. As for the accessories, it seems to me that you will meet someone in this hotel this afternoon. I'll give you confirmation later on after a quick phone call when you try on the dress. Quick go to try her, but please, be very, very careful not to damage it, it would be a disaster."Before the beauty of this dress, which is by far the most beautiful I have ever worn, I run in the bathroom. She is ultra-light as much by its weight as its appearance. As soon as I saw this dress, immediately, I could guess the work that she represented and therefore what value it should have for the staff Isabel Marant and it is obvious that if I was to damage it now, They will certainly reproach me for it. In the bathroom, by chance, I already wears only my panties, the chore of undressing is not necessary and allows me to save time. I slowly open the zipper to do no stupidity because for me is a habit and am relieved that this part went well. What the stress of having such a garment in your hands. A round, two innings, the most difficult passage, ok. Contrary to my habit, I spend the dress very slowly and let it slide by itself along my body. What an idiot man, he did not find it useful to place a large mirror so that I admire myself. Too bad, I'll ask Eleanor to take a picture of me and I'll see myself later. A little disappointed anyway, I leave the bathroom and head to Eleanor and the idiot man who always smiles.I take a pose shy little girl. "So, am I beautiful?"Eleanor raises her thumb. "You are sublime, to say that you are beautiful would be far below the truth."That idiot Serge turns around me, stops behind me, then lowers his head. "Yes you are sublime but I prefer women with more chest and more buttocks. I guess my future wife can not have everything."These Latin people are really annoying. They do not stop flirting in all circumstances. "You should rather marry your wrist, you pervert."The idiot lowers his eyes and then looks at me again with a sad expression in his eyes. "If you knew. My wrist is only my sad mistress in times of famine. This lover has never abandoned me since my teenage years. Stop the nonsense, touch-ups will be minimal. Do not move or I can sting your ankles when I put the needles."10h45am"Eleanor, can you take a picture of me, I'd like to keep a souvenir of this beautiful dress."Eleanor smiled at my childish request. She takes out her smartphone and several photos are quickly taken from different angles. What dexterity, was she a photographer before becoming an agent? I can not wait any longer, the patient is still not one of the qualities that I can put forward, so I rush to steal her smartphone and I enlarge the photos. Really sublime, I can only smile at these photos and this dress that puts me so much in value. After have put on my personal clothes, I regret not being able to bring this dress home but I also know that I will have the opportunity to wear it again. At this thought, I am a little relieved.Serges who earlier was very relaxed and did not stop making jokes a little silly, changes suddenly expression. His look becomes extremely serious when he approaches Eleanor. He hands him what should be his business card and Eleanor's face freezes. She looks at him but does not seem to know what to say. "No need to be so tense Madam Hamond, as I said earlier, we would like to discuss with you the possibility of amending Lisa's contract. Let's go to the next room, we'll be more at ease. Lisa, you're welcome."I do not understand what's going on, starting with Eleanor's reaction, but I join them in a small room. Three armchairs, a sofa, a minibar and various high quality furniture can be seen in this small lounge. A door on the left and right make me understand that this is not a banal bedroom but a sequel that this idiot occupies. Why would this man have the right to a sequel? Although he is a staff member, his position does not allow him to be granted such privileges. "Serges, Isabel Marant treat you particularly well to offer you a suite in such a hotel, you are lucky."Eleanor panics and puts her hand on my mouth. "Lisa, do not say anything and go sit down."Why is she so afraid of an idiot like him? Ahhh, this woman would she be under the spell of this obsessed? I'll know soon enough, for the moment, I put my buttocks in one of these comfortable armchairs and I end up in a sprawled position. Serges smiles at me but now his smile is very professional. "Lisa, I owe you an apology. The first time we met, Is not me who should to supervise your photo shoot but to another staff member. That day, that person became ill the same morning and so I took his place. I was in New York on business myself, which was handy. You were a very young model and therefore I did not want to scare you by mentioning my true identity. My name is really Serges Dumont and I did some of my studies to have the capacity of a fashion designer assistant but my real job at Isabel Marant is not assistant fashion designer. I am the Assistant Director of Isabel Marant. Please forgive me Lisa.""What the fuck? ..."
