Five crimson nails there are to be driven into the pillar of vengeance!

Men were driving twenty new crimson nails into the ebony column.

She tapped the cigarette with a crimson nail.

The finger was plump, wrinkled, ringed, and tipped with a crimson nail.

Linda threw out a hip and pointed with a crimson nail.

Instead, the other woman pursed her lips and drummed bright crimson nails on the marble countertop.

Her delicate hand extended, the crimson nails gleaming in the sunlight.

Stallings watched with stupefaction as those long crimson nails clove the intervening space.

He imagined her seated in her office, probably tapping her long crimson nails against her desktop.

Five crimson nails for the black pillar!