My modelling agency is gaining in popularity. My address book is packed with names of naïve chicks who long to be supermodels. Klara, a petite brunette, is one of them. She is a looker. She is no chatterbox, but she compensates her lack of communication with non-verbal skills. She knows she has to bring a sacrifice to obtain her goal. And she sacrificed all she had. I promised her the moon in exchange! Making promises costs you nothing. It was definitely worth it. I fucked her brains out. This is what I call a fair deal. It was her choice and she got what she deserved.