⟢ 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓴 ⟢

This had been the eighth time so far. Where I had shown up in my delicate threads, billowing sleeves and intricately done hair. My makeup had been perfect yet all of their attention was drawn to her. A wicked temptress, or so I've heard. Her hair was elaborate, a golden ornament holding it all in place, decorated with garnet, matching with the studded earring she wore and the choker hung around her neck. Had she strung that necklace any tighter she might not be able to breathe. Accompanied with that was a tight fitting ruby dress, no doubt she wore it to draw everyone's eyes- I've heard of her unsavoury activities and I'm sure you have as well. It's what everyone's saying. How she lures men for her own lecherous desires- of course I'm only going off what I have been told.

Well...something like that. I've seen it before, and with a man that I was quite fond of- the nerve! When we first met I was sure that he was infatuated with me, he could not be drawn from me- and yet he too fell into her sinister desires. All the while I was left by my lonesome, in the dust and fickle remains of what once was his affection for me. Cold and abandoned.

I spoke with her once; sure, she may not have said anything unpleasant at the moment however, that was simply to deceive me- I'm certain. I could see it in her eyes. A dark brown, reminiscent of a young fawn. Wench, you sicken me. You've had it out for me since the beginning- and while I can hide my thoughts with a polite facade and delicate grin, you can't hide from me the viciousness in your eyes. It swirls around like a whirlpool of ink threatening to drag me in, that or whoever is the next man you plan to dessert after milking him dry.

Don't tell anyone, but I heard that she stole something from one of her previous lovers too. Not only is she indecent, but she's also a thief!

A dirty, rotten trickster.

Everyone else has been fooled by her elaborate disguise, except me. Only I can see past the demure charade she plays so effortlessly. Only I know her for who she truly is,The glossy carmine sheen of the apply which hides its tainted flesh.

you can see it too, can't you?