Women.

Something about them, something so soothing. Their touch, their looks, their personalities and basically everything.

A woman should be proud of herself. Of her body, of her choices, her face, her personality and sexuality or identity.

They're perfect, in every single way. Chubby, skinny, overweight, underweight, every single body type is...just so gorgeous.

And Cairo is included in this list.

You met her after the incident with Mr. Miller. You knew about that. You were disgusted by pedophilia. But Cairo's perfect body sculpture, her perfect voice, her mocking but also delicate, sensitive and truly lovely personality was also perfect.

You were blinded by the fact, that she was doing things like seducting her teachers in the past. You just couldn't help, but praise her like a queen, goddess, princess, everything she deserved. That was so stupid, attachment issues will hit hard.

Right now, you were sitting in Cairo's room in her parents' huge ass mansion. They ignored her, which caused Cairo to have both mommy and daddy issues. But, you won't change a person. That's how they just were. Arrogant, disrespectful.

The shorter brunette was lying next to you, caressing and playing with your hair. Her gentle fingers danced with the strands of your hair, as she spoke quietly, her comforting voice echoed through the walls of her royal room;

"What shampoo do you use?" Just a simple question asked by Cairo, and yet, your heart, if it could, would be smiling like crazy.