Scintilla (+18)

Scintilla (+18)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 19, 2022
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Heels clicking on the marble floor could be heard as a woman made her appearance. The wrinkles of her dress against her body effortlessly following the movements of her legs. The extravagant reflections of the lights making her melanated skin glow. Her eyes silently scan the room while curious spirits lay theirs on her. (...) In a room full of people - most being wealthy, businessmen and businesswomen of all fields - she quietly slithers herself through the mass. Her hair manages to hide a barely noticeable earpiece in which she's being whispered a particular description of the man she's looking for tonight. (...) Full lips curving into a faint smirk when she finally found the one she's looking for. (...)
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