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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.
