10-26-2013, 09:09 AM
Spectra was a marvel to those brave enough to fall into her shadow. Men and women alike flocked to her charming smile which she offered as a gracious and generous reward.
She was a steady stream of water, dripping from room to room. The bodies of those she passed matched names brimming with authority, and she twinkled with anticipation. Her world was always constructed in beauty, but it was proximity to power that drew Spectra's sweet sampling, a bee tasting one succulent flower amid a garden of possibilities.
Returning from the solace of freshening herself, she came upon two men speaking quietly with one another. The first had the look of a predator, but not the one leading the back, rather the animal loping aside his kin. That dark hair and thick beard combined with the stature of his shoulders, Spectra easily pegged his role as employed muscle. Her childhood masters would never have placed their doting diamond beauty in a palm such as his. She would have been too valuable to waste on employees when the bosses were waiting in another room, but Spectra learned early that men such as he were the ones to win alliances. They gripped other powers than the obvious, and were often less expensive to win.
The other man was closer to her age, and in many ways the complete opposite as the first. She recognized neither, but the tell-tale signs of a user were obvious to her bountiful experiences. She was ultimately a daughter of Cubano cartels, the life was in her blood, and until she was nearly twenty-years old, she knew nothing of the world but that which existed behind iron fences, machine guns, and the vicious dogs of Colombian villas.
She approached slowly, a lotus flower floating on a lily that may or may not wash to their shore. The coppery thread of her dress cut harsh asymmetry across the arc of her voluptuous, enhancing a passionate femininity mixed with equal parts Latina heat and Egyptian mystique, was a perfect balance of opposites as bright as viridian eyes glowing above the metallic bronze of her skin.
"¿Qué más?"
She asked of their well-being with a slightly patronizing tone but accented with all the thick mystery of the rainforest itself. She was aware what was likely to be going on between them, and unless halted, was uninterested in participating.
She was a steady stream of water, dripping from room to room. The bodies of those she passed matched names brimming with authority, and she twinkled with anticipation. Her world was always constructed in beauty, but it was proximity to power that drew Spectra's sweet sampling, a bee tasting one succulent flower amid a garden of possibilities.
Returning from the solace of freshening herself, she came upon two men speaking quietly with one another. The first had the look of a predator, but not the one leading the back, rather the animal loping aside his kin. That dark hair and thick beard combined with the stature of his shoulders, Spectra easily pegged his role as employed muscle. Her childhood masters would never have placed their doting diamond beauty in a palm such as his. She would have been too valuable to waste on employees when the bosses were waiting in another room, but Spectra learned early that men such as he were the ones to win alliances. They gripped other powers than the obvious, and were often less expensive to win.
The other man was closer to her age, and in many ways the complete opposite as the first. She recognized neither, but the tell-tale signs of a user were obvious to her bountiful experiences. She was ultimately a daughter of Cubano cartels, the life was in her blood, and until she was nearly twenty-years old, she knew nothing of the world but that which existed behind iron fences, machine guns, and the vicious dogs of Colombian villas.
She approached slowly, a lotus flower floating on a lily that may or may not wash to their shore. The coppery thread of her dress cut harsh asymmetry across the arc of her voluptuous, enhancing a passionate femininity mixed with equal parts Latina heat and Egyptian mystique, was a perfect balance of opposites as bright as viridian eyes glowing above the metallic bronze of her skin.
"¿Qué más?"
She asked of their well-being with a slightly patronizing tone but accented with all the thick mystery of the rainforest itself. She was aware what was likely to be going on between them, and unless halted, was uninterested in participating.