I've got looks, confidence, and a seductive gaze that hides a cynical soul and a killer instinct. I am cold and unfeeling, emotionally-calloused, angry and vulnerable, and my wicked cruel streak is unforgettable.
I am a hard-hearted opportunist who resorts to extreme measures to get my piece of the action. I can come-on like the fragile damsel in distress, but under my pretty "little Miss Innocent" act lurks a soulless siren. Or, I can come-on like a kitten, cuddling and toying with my prey before drawing blood; but behind my kittenish purr growls a man-eating lioness.
I am no mere bad woman. Anyone can be bad. I am wickedness as high art, beauty carved out of arsenic. I'm a devil in stilettos and a skirt, a siren that uses sex to lure men to their doom. I have larceny in my heart, murder in my soul and a fortune in my eye.
You've been warned.
Thank You Sassy, for letting me borrow a marvelous bit of prose.
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