There she was, her deathly charm quite invisible to the naked eye, tip toeing ever so slightly onto the ballroom, her dainty legs making love to the creamy white mosaic floors, the softest of whispers echoing all over high walls.

Within moments of her sashay, all eyes were riveted on her. The males, the young, the old, and the inbetweens—watched spellbound, their lascivious eyes X-raying her bootilicious charms.

As if acknowledgement, she swayed and moved, taking one curvaceous step after another, nearing, hovering, moving in, closing in on her targets.

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