VIXEN ПЕРЕД НЕЙ Лена толкает мужа, чтобы он потрахал госпожу перед ней

"She was me. Her face, her hair, her skin, her breasts. And the question suddenly became not who he was cheating on me with, but whether he had found my twin to be attractive on account of her likeness to me, or attractive on account of her difference from me, the only difference being, as far as I could tell, our identities. My personhood versus hers."