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Oct 15, 2011 00:12


You okay there, sweetheart? comes the soft murmur, spoken just with a hint of foreign accent and the pungent flavour of greed. Yeah, she breathes, eyes down to the soft wood beneath her toes. I'll be fine.

Her neck itches, it's been too long that she's been standing without moving and she can feel her legs start to cramp. It was always a bad habit of hers, fidgeting.

Don't fidget so much, men don't like that. Without grace and poise, you can't attract anything. Try to keep as still as possible, let your aura do the talking.

Yes mother, her fingers curve the words in the air, as if by instinct. It feels good to release shapes into the air, to brush away the scent of iron and replace it with grass and free water.

Now then, how about we take a seat hm? A bit awkward, perhaps a glimmer of salty frustration hidden under a veneer of concern.

She licks - no, never lick your lips, they will become dry - stops, hitches her smile a bit tighter and draw her shoulders back. Always stand tall. Yes, please do come in, I apologise for the mess. She dances her way to the round table - remember, your movements must always be smooth but not flamboyant - and rests trembling fingers on the surface. They still immediately, and her eyes blink and widen to their fullest.

Your eyes are your most dangerous weapon, but they can also give you away, so be careful. They show one's heart, and a heart is a dangerous thing to have.

Oh my, your house is beautiful. Your mother must have been a good housekeeper...

Yes she was.

Oh dear I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about her. Grabbing hands, a scarf wound too tightly. Perhaps to hide the quiver of avarice?

Offer a seat, some drinks. Never offer beer, you don't want to be friends, you want to make sure they know you're the lady here.

Would you like a drink? Some tea or coffee, perhaps?

Don't forget darling, that in this world, appearances mean everything.

Yes please, then perhaps we can go over some of these papers... your mother left you everything, and there's quite a lot to sift through. If you feel up to it, of course!

Oh yes, that is not a problem. I do thank you for coming over on such short notice. Like raging vultures, they were. A gentle sway of her hips, she watches greed flicker and lust rein.Women's best currency is beauty.

Men's best currency is money. That's what runs this world now.

drabbles, prose

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