This was my life
I told you that camera phone was my life
That weren't just empty words. Even now her fingers remember how she touched it and miss unknown buttons. This camera phone wasn't just a thing. It was silent bystander of her whole life, her helper and insurance.
Irene didn't depend on anyone. Except herself and… her phone. It reliably kept all hidden secrets of its hostess and some of them – but only if she wanted – showed to the world.
Here is her first job. Or we should say meeting? Here is that shy boy from one riyal family… Oh, such a bold experiment! All these Irene wants to keep in her memory. And all these had kept her phone…
In variety of Irene's lovers were even those that she liked. Many of them were good in bed. Many of them were funny. Some of them Dominatrix despised. But she needed them because of avail, so she had to put smile on her face and did her job… There were so much pictures and videos… There were no pictures only of one man. No, they were. But in Buckingham palace, not in her bed, as she wish. Well, she had so many handsome and interesting men… Whom does she lie to? There can be only one such perfect man…
Frankly speaking, some of the erotic scenes that were in her phone she wants to repeat. But it's not available any more, just like that life.
New phones, new relationships. But she's not playing any more. Once this phone helped to bring the nation to its knees. Almost. But let's forget that! The phone isn't guilty. It was all sentiments of its hostess… Once all went out of control. She bet he couldn't guess! Phone unlocking was like shot in the head. And later experts dissect her soul…
She's not Irene Adler, the women who feared most of the famous people of the Europe ever more. She don't have her famous phone. She is alone now and all never be the same…