Free real chat. she closed her eyes. When she re-opened them, there he was, standing before her.
No longer the Nutcracker, but transformed.
There he was…her soldier-prince. Her heart’s desire.
He stood before her in his scarlet jacket, the carved gold buttons standing out, very real. She could make out the weave of his trousers — they weren’t merely paint, but very real, very palpable fabric. Free real chat.