Her machiavellian gaze surveyed the room with her diamond shaped pupils, obsidian in a sea of emerald. She radiated confidence like the sun’s ultraviolet rays, both strong enough to burn fragile skin. Her own opalescent skin reflected the pale moonlight as if they were serpentine scales. Her canines sharp enough to poke her scarlet red lips like a dagger to the throat. A small quirk of her lips enough to draw blood. Her satiny black dress, lustrous enough to look like light reflected on midnight waves, clung so close to her lean body she looked like nothing but a spine. She of course not needing any other bones to execute her seductive movements, smooth as honey yet her demeanor lacked the saccharine taste. Her veins flowing with venom making her every judgment a threat and any wrongdoing towards her a death sentence.