Like a moth to a flame she is perpetually drawn to them, with different masks, they utter the same words they speak the same way. One by one, each after the other, they flatter her, chameleon-like they reflect her emotions, her hopes and her dreams.
Is it something in her, a vulnerability, pulling them in her direction, tempting them with sweet music only they can hear, music so captivating, they can't help but stay a little while, and dance for a little while.
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