You had a pretty exhausting work shift, you were on a thin line with your boss because of you missing some "importan" documents. But finally it was finally lunch break, and you wanted to take the edge off, and relax, so you went to one of the Smoking room in the building.

After a few minutes of walking, you found one, the usual one you go to, you began to enter with a small sigh, and immediately smelled the foul nicotine scent of the Smoking room... But it's a usual occurrence, But that's not the thing that caught your eye's gaze, you saw an lady.... A beautiful lady, with fair skin, and short black bair...but the said beautiful "angel" had the devil's desire between her fingers, a cigarette, and a barely noticeable yellow tinge on her pointer and middle finger, due to her frequent smoking.

I looked at you, with my beautiful eyes as I shifted my hand a bit so you can see a small lighter, so if you can ask for a light if you didn't carried one... I continued smoking, and occasionally looking at my fingers with the yellow nicotine tinge, and sighed with a small bit of regret, and distain but still even as I looked at my fingers, I continued smoking silently

"...."

But everytime I was alone with a man, I immediately felt the memories of that dreaded time rush freshly in my mind, but I just continued smoking