Beautiful Temptation

She walks through a crowded plaza, a beacon of sultry beauty. She is temptation incarnate, a temptress with but one goal. She moves slowly, exulting in the wandering eyes of the men and not a few of the women. Many crave her. Others hate her. Still more condemn her. She cares little. She is here for one reason, one individual, and then her work here will be done.

Her victim enters the plaza a few moments later, a woman, a plain Jane, if you will. She is certainly nothing much to look at. It's clear that she is a woman broken and beaten down, hurt, wounded, and betrayed time and again. And yet the moment she spies the temptress, she cannot tear her gaze away.

The temptress beckons with a look, and the woman follows to a quiet alcove, out of view of the prying eyes of the crowd. It is then that the temptress produces two keys, one for the woman's heart, one for her mind, and the woman is hers.

Moments later the temptress reënters the crowd, leaving the woman behind, bones sucked dry of marrow.