Friday afternoon once again we assembled in Molly’s room, “we” in this case are: Molly, Starfish (of course), Chiaki and myself. Molly had bought new shoes, “stage shoes” as she calls them, as Mr. Miyamoto had asked her to come back Saturday to sing amateur-pro night, and she insisted needing them to look “acceptable” in the show business, that including auditioning for dance jobs. I am not sure if they are actually made for stage, they looked like high end designer shoes with a ton of glittery stuff on them, but I’m no pro and if Molly says it’s what one needs to dance, she is probably right and better off getting them ready, anyways she wanted to show off her new shoes and we certainly wanted to see them, as every other piece in her eclectic wardrobe as well as her room.

She has by now decorated it in a comfortable and tasteful way, with a ficus benjamina, a number of art poster and prints and a gorgeous throw blanket with some exotic mandala print depicting some sort of deity dancing in circles, I guess it originated from some place in Asia, she said she got it in London; she had put candles all over the place, which Vincent does not really like to see because of the fire hazard, but he doesn’t really need to know, does he?

We smoked a little bit of weed and were all pretty giggly and chatty, Molly was sitting on her bed in her underwear, clearly for everyone to see: her fashion sense doesn’t halt at her underwear, besides the fact that she is very well equipped in the physical sense. Chiaki was pretty nonchalant about it just as we know her, only a bit surprising to me that she didn’t seem to care that Starfish was around and sitting right opposite from busty Molly on her bed; instead she was checking out Molly’s record collection, which used to be Billy’s record collection, but we had given it to Molly since, because his family didn’t want any of Billy’s stuff we didn’t know what else to do with it, especially because Billy hadn’t owned a record-player to listen to them and neither did any of us.
Starfish seemed certainly a bit flushed, quite noticeably trying his best not to stare, but not really having the will power to look elsewhere either. Molly took it lighthearted and just laughed and said “We’re all girls here, so it’s OK to be casual, right?” Yes, Molly, it’s OK, just technically, Molly is trans, born a boy having had a sex change to being a woman, but she kept her crown-jewels on top of it, I guess she is someone who wants the best of everything, Starfish was born a girl, just going through sex change to become a man. Leaving Chiaki and myself, fine, I guess we are biologically women, that is at the moment the case, correct.

Molly seemed a bit hyper, flicking through glossy fashion magazines, chatting, and laughing, and telling miniature anecdotes from the shoe-store, where apparently she had been flirting with the shop assistant (no doubt about that) and consequently he had done various favours for her (also this everyone will readily believe); Starfish was sitting opposite from her, and she didn’t skip no chance to learn forward showing off the most fabulous cleavage I have ever seen in my life, (maybe Agnes being first runner-up, unless one wants to allow only homegrown, then obviously Agnes wins). Finally she bowed down to the floor where the opened shoe box stood, and fished the receipt out of the box to show it to us, again with a lot of leaning into her curves, and these shoes had certainly not been cheap for someone who had to hold her money together, no ma’am, they had not.

Josiane Keller “Molly on her bed in underwear” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly on her bed in underwear with print on the wall” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly reading a magazine with Starfish on her bed” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s new stage shoes” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s new stage shoes 2” (2016)

Josiane Keller “shoes and receipt” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s Japanese art print” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Rhamphorhynchus figure 2” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s bondage photo print” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s coat with portrait photo print” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear on her bed with bondage photo print behind her” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear reaching for the receipt” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear reaching for the receipt 3” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear showing the receipt to Starfish” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Starfish on Molly’s bed in front of Molly’s manga poster – SATONAKA Machiko 里中満智子” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Starfish sitting on Molly’s bed” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear on her bed talking to Starfish 2” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s foot with shoebox” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s foot with shoebox 4” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly’s coat and photo print of ‘Agnes’ right eye'” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Starfish sitting on Molly’s bed 2” (2016)

Starfish at this point was really visibly very defeated by Molly’s charms for once, next to being very stoned, and let himself crush backwards onto the bed staring at the ceiling. Chiaki cleared her throat and announced she had to go now, mumbling something like she was supposed to be since ages with the band, practicing a new song with the elegant title “Do You Suffer from Dust Mites?”, (next to overworking the one we had already heard a few days ago at MIYAMOTO’s “Maybe You’re Not Fat, Maybe You’re Just Bloated”), so she excused herself and disappeared very rapidly.

Josiane Keller “Molly in underwear on her bed talking to Starfish 5” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Starfish is falling backwards onto the bed and Molly is leaning back” (2016)

Molly, “the stonedst of us all” or whatever you want to call it, leaned lasciviously back against head board, from then on these two really got at it, and they could not care less if I was there or not. Since I was stoned myself I have to say I did not care much about it either. Actually, I was initially briefly considering to follow Chiaki’s example and whisk out of the room, but since these two love birds couldn’t care less if the world around them would tumble down or whatever would happen, and since I am not on vacation here but on an assignment, supposed to create an as insightful as possible documentary on life in the hotel, I thought ‘what the heck?’ and stayed taking pictures, and so far nobody has complained.
If you are under 17 go into the kitchen and help mom, otherwise you can stay for the next post.