Picnic For The Fashion Harpies

There they were. Crychpa, Marfanta, and Sturpina. The three most stylish girls at the school. Or so they imagined, at least. They were absolutely in love with each other, with the idea of being in love with each other, and with wearing the most altmodisch of apparel. They would rather shit down some guy's throat than have his penis inside of them. They bicycled to the park to eat homentashn and drink Heinekens, to tease each other, and, if possible, to frustrate some young men. For their vanity, they would never be punished, until they were old and juiceless.






Courtesy of Mlle Ghoul's Fairy Tales From The Shadows