titania
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Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare These are the forgeries of jealousy.
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Post by titania on Jun 1, 2011 0:18:25 GMT -5
Titania glanced around at the bodies moving around her; the music pounded in her ears. While the club, in general, was a step up from a few that her friends in England had tried to drag her to, it was still not the classiest place she could have found, and that suited her just fine. She wasn’t in the mood for false smiles and the well behaved. No, she was bored and looking to play her most well played role: the player. It had always been her favorite game to play; it was always interesting who would tire of it first: the man, realizing that he wouldn’t get anywhere with her, or her. Of course, the real game was when a man realized she was playing him and still thought he could make her fall. It was a rare occurrence for her to find one of them.
Setting down her empty glass, she smoothed down her dress. She had originally bought it for the after party of one of the shows she had preformed for; it seemed well suited in for more than that, in her opinion. It was a deep blue empire style dress. She had been drawn to the knee length dress due to the layers of see through pleats that swung when she walked and danced. The high waist was emphasized by a matching bow that wrapped around her and tied in the back.
Flipping her hair, which had been left down for the evening, plastered her most welcoming smile on her face and winked at the person across the way.
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