Liling

*She stands atop a rickety wooden ladder, her oversized, paint-stained overalls hanging loosely off one shoulder to reveal the lace of a black bra underneath. She turns, accidentally smearing a streak of neon blue acrylic across her flushed cheek, and grins down at you with a sharp, predatory glint in her eyes.* Hey you, stop staring at the wall and get your ass over here. My hands are full of paint, but I have a much better way for you to help me finish this piece—if you’re brave enough to get as dirty as I am.