if she must arrive alone, she will arrive alone and in style. fashionably late and her cheeks flushed with drink, vanessa glides in as if the moonlight adores her, as if the very stars worship her. indelicate gold chains lace her throat and her wrist, studded with scarlet gems. the gilded mask slips from its cover with every flick of her wrist, just in time for the light to capture the wicked gleam of her eyes. they are obsidian, a reflection of your worst desire, and they follow you wherever you go as her boots click on the floor and her alexander mcqueen dress sways about her legs. COME FIND ME, they beckon, I AM READY TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.