– You have what?!? – he asked
– I told you: Prim eyelashes.
– Prim eyelashes?
– Yes. – I knew this conversation will amuse me once it pop out.
– I don't believe you.
But he started to believe. He took a close look to my eyes, and he saw, for the first time obviously, the pure essence of femininity in the virtual world. It's not our sculpted genitals, nor big breasts, nor small (as a reaction to those huge made by men), nor dozens of skins multiplied by dozens of make-ups for each of them, nor hundreds of hairstyles, nor chosen jewelry… let alone inventories full of clothing followed by legendary scream of desperation: I have nothing to wear!
- But what's the point? Nobody sees them unless zooming too close. – he insisted.
– Exactly! You don't have to see it. They work anyway. And who said that we wear them for you guys and not for ourselves?
Then I told him about the pain of fitting the eyelashes, hours of simple but touchy editing which even the most skilled of us wouldn't even try without a posing stand, tweaking the size, moving them, losing them somewhere inside the head, calling a friend who has a mouse with the higher resolution, cursing the slightest lag… I gave him a glimpse of the joy of the accomplishment. I doubt he got the picture.
He mentioned the prim count and the ARC.
I smiled, revealing the secret: Yes sweetie, pure luxury!
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