Beautifully Repulsive [P/M] HIATUS

Nayeli Saffron Meadows, known better as simply "Saffron", was a model. She started off when she was seven, doing ads in magazines. Her hair is natural, and her tan is only just darker than her original skin color. This unusual combination created a strange, yet alluring beauty that, once she was exposed the the modelling world, created many jobs for the girl. She mostly did ads, but she began to favor fashion modelling when she was 16. Nearly immediately once she was 18 [ literally- a week after her birthday ], the men's magazines recruited her.

She had a personal policy that she would never take nude photographs, but she did take some that were nearly there. She's been seen in bathing suits that barely stayed on her blessed D rack, towels that were wet to cling to her body, and blankets that were covering just the right places. Unfortunately, her old manager was offered a better job, with models more famous then Nayeli. He agreed, a bit grudgingly, and Nayeli was forced to get a new Manager. She would have told him to stay, as they had become friends over the years, but she wanted him to get a better job. He deserved it.

Enter Mr. Walker. 40 years old, 13 as a Manager, still has his hair, although it's already mostly grey with just a few streaks of his original dirty blond around his face. Nayeli could tell that he used to be good-looking, but the years didn't treat him well. He had scars on his face, and wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. His body was skinny, but his arms were slightly flabby, showing that he used to have muscles. His attitude, however, was anything but nice. He was rude, always cursing, and he cared little for women. They were beautiful bodies, and that was about it. When he was finally introduced to Nayeli, he felt he had met a goldmine. That's when her porn magazines came out. Now, she didn't have to screw anybody, but she had many pictures taken. Nayeli felt disgusted at herself. She had never been very shy before, but these pictures made her become nearly reclusive. She didn't have the heart to complain, because he wouldn't bother listening.

Slowly, Nayeli began to hate herself. Whenever she wasn't on the job [ usually the weekends were her only free time ], she was always wearing long pants, tall boots, and long sleeved shirts and jackets. She almost always had her hair braided, but when it wasn't braided, it was up in a high bun. Over the course of a week, her entire wardrobe became like this. She wouldn't go swimming, and whenever she went to any events, she would always wear a long dress and tall gloves.

It was a cold, winter Saturday morning, and Nayeli was relieved to be out of work. Mr. Walker was pressuring her to pose with male models, but she was brave enough to refuse this. She never really hated guys before, but she couldn't help but feel this way after meeting Mr. Walker. Nayeli didn't know what her plans were, but she kind of wanted to stay home today. She forced herself to go out into the cold and enjoy what freedom she had though. She bundled up in a thick pair of deep blue pants, with black knee-high boots over them. She had a plain blue long-sleeve shirt on, with a thick jacket over it. She sighed absently, wondering what she should do. She looked up, and saw a Cafe across the street. She looked around, but it was empty, so she crossed the street quickly.

She walked into the cafe, relishing in the warmth filling it. She hoped nobody noticed her here, but it was still fairly empty, with about three customers, and a few employees. She grabbed a hot cup of coffee from the woman at the counter, not looking her in the eyes. She couldn't look anybody in the eyes anymore without feeling dirty. She went to a booth that was furthest from anybody, the nearest person being another woman. She sighed and warmed her hands on her cup, trying to not think about work.

[[ This RP is reserved for me and Muzica, thank you. c: ]]

[quote="Muzica-chan"]

♥ Vasha felt her heart throb at how adorable the blonde was. Nayeli was so awkward and nervous, and Vasha had a strong addiction to both in girls. She loved seeing cute girls' cheeks turn pink/red with happiness of embarrassment more than anything else in the world. It was practically a fetish with her, though she rarely acted on it. All of the cute girls she knew she worked with and her father would kill her if there was a lawsuit filed for sexual harassment.

♥ "I'm so glad that you agreed," Vasha admitted, her pale lips turning up in a warm smile that lit her golden eyes, crinkling the corners of them. With her free hand, she pulled her dark hair over her shoulder and started to play with it, twisting strands of the glossy length between her fingers as she attempted to drink as much of her peppermint flavored drink as she could in one swallow. Vasha thrived on the calming effects of peppermint and shuddered to think what her mental state would be like if she didn't have it to live off of.

♥ Finishing the swallow, she released her hand and grasped the strap of her purse with it. Tilting her head to the side, her curtail swung like a curtain, most of it falling behind her shoulder again, despite the fact that she had barely shifted her head. With a slightly curious look, she asked the other girl, "Do you want to meet up there? If so, what time? I'm free most of today, so if you want, we could meet up later or go there now." Pursing her lips and looking past Nayeli, the brunette remarked, "I've heard that the park is less crowded at this hour, but it's pretty cold out until the sun comes up."

♥ Turning her golden eyes back to the sapphire hues, she smiled again, letting her eyes close for a second before adding, "It's up to you, since you're being kind enough to accompany me."