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The streams of half-dimmed lightning glowed against her skin as she swayed her hips and lightly traced the metal with her fingertips. She was heavenly as she looked with her blue gazing madness to the hungry eyes devouring her. Their eyes were savage, and she fed their hunger with her grace and innocence. She wasn't like the others. This one wasn't torn or addicted. Not destroying herself, but trying to survive in a world where hard truth will pay your way if you can't. And as the night will come again, so again will she will creep out into the desolate night reserved for those who can't rest their mind or bodies. With eyes, hair, and sexuality not her own, she will give nothing. Only take from those she can have a temporary position in their deepest fantasies.