Just a thought!

She claimed to be a hybrid

with alabaster skin and cheeky alure,

calling all hand maidens to render service.

She sits high on her throne

fanning herself,

awaiting a worthy Concubine

to unstich her corset,

releasing her small tufts

as incentive to ambush

her prey in this rehearsed

performance of seduction.

Her charms, unsucessful...

silent smerks, hidden giggles,

Another failed attempt of release,

She orders a bath drawn

to submerge herself and mask

the tears of rejection.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another Masquerade Tale of loneliness'

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