DESCRIPTION
As hard as Yana tried to claw her way out of the 'Good Wife' box, that annoying prick of guilt was still squatting somewhere deep inside. It was basically her husband's voice, playing on an invisible loop in her head. Here, in this studio, which smelled like cheap ink and even cheaper air freshener, she was about to take another deliberate step over his precious little red lines. Honestly, they could think whatever the fuck they wanted ... call her the absolute worst kind of total whore ... she didn't care. She wasn't just here to spice up her look; she was here to send a sharp, beautiful "fuck you" directly to her dearest husband... No, the sting of the needle didn't scare her one bit...