“The Dance”

What a wonderful evening, I was the belle of the ball, how they fought for my attention, no care at all.

Each plutocrat fondled and groped, lied through their teeth, made promises, and insinuations, exposing their true filth beneath.

The line was crossed when they misspoke of their wives, and in that same breath I made them beg for their lives.

Their beautiful crimson now adorns the halls, and I giggle with delight until morning calls.