IoniaFreak

In the mirror stands a beautiful Girl. She smiles and waves with grace and poise. A satin black dress hugs every curve, winding down Her body like a boa constrictor wraps around its favourite meal. She gives a little show, turning on a heal. One smooth twirl. But the fabric falls too quickly, revealing Her secrets. Arriving at the party She's excited to mingle. Her eyes follow the moving bodies. She longs to fit in with the other curves. Her hips begin to sway. She closes Her eyes, begging for the music to take Her away. A tap on Her shoulder gives Her a fright. She turns to see the eyes of fate