Isabelle briefly looked up at George’s remarks, but her hands never stopped their work. She took out a second needle and heated it with a lighter.
George’s gaze shifted between Isabelle’s seemingly focused yet relaxed expression and her hands.
Suddenly, he saw her grabbing the hem of her shirt and making a motion as if to lift it. Realizing her intention, George quickly turned away.
Isabelle noticed his reaction and smirked. She lifted her shirt to waistband a bit, and inserted the needle four inches below her navel.
George still had his back towards her. He asked, “How much longer do you need? I’ll wait outside. Call me if you need anything.”
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