Vivian was about ten years older than me, and was also a lucky one who got a job just before being sent in to the brothel. She was a natural born stylist and you could see it in the way she styled her hair, short blonde hair manipulated into the perfect messy style that seemed to compliment her features. I waved down at her and she waved back, her bicep covered in yellow crystals.
Most people wore crystals. You weren't allowed to get their first crystal tattoo until they finished at the learning houses at the age of eighteen. Then again, they were only allowed to get them if they showed the ability to use them. Unlike me.
I rubbed my smooth skin subconsciously.