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She played the Fem Fatale, fluttering her eye lids at the boys, licking and biting her lips, many men found this irresistible, and their urge to talk to her grew. Her voice was soft, yet dangerous, filled the cool night air with a soft tone, her eyes were the darkest brown, deep, sensual, her lips, full and red, a tongue brushing across them as she stared at men around the room and her dark flowing hair falling lusciously over her innocent face and slender shoulders.
She was at the end of the bar, a drink in her left hand, her phone in her right. She glanced down at it casually, looking at the time, making out as if she was waiting for someone. Her head turned around, checking the door way, watching the room. All her movements were graceful, peaceful, she had this sense of elegance as she rose from her chair. Her eyes caught those of the rugged man at the end of the bar. She stared for a moment, regaining herself before she wandered over, moving her hips from side to side, twirling her hair in her fingers, until he was just in front of her.
"Well hi there," her words were strong, the sound of hope could be heard in her voice. She took a seat, folding her left leg over her right, running her hand along her thigh, fluttering her eyes lashes. He remained speechless, not because he was shocked by her beauty, but because he had another agenda, another, more sinister agenda, but then again, so did she.