Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!
So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"
Well, the answer is right here.
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Lucy knows there are sometimes people on the other side of the two-way mirror. If they're watching, it makes no difference to her. She pleasures herself openly-sometimes fully clothed, roughly rubbing herself against the bed they've cautiously furnished her with.
Harry always fucked her as if he was in front of an audience, even in those times when he wasn't. He'd look around, as if expecting a judge to rank him. Now, she'll never again be anything but alone with her reflection. She's surprised at how similar it is.
The woman in the mirror also judges her as she comes.
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