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She has it when she dances, when she does a slow, sliding figure-eight with her hips, when she makes a man's eyes darken with nothing more than a slight pout. She loses it by possessing that curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts, the brown of her skin.
Men have power, too. They have it in their money, their suits, their laws and assumption that this is their world. Of course, they lose power. She takes it from them when she parts them from their money (so much money), when they worship at the shrine of her body, and sometimes that makes her feel like a queen.
But not always.
(she tries not to keep a tally of who loses more and who wins more, because she knows the answer.
hint: she doesn't win)
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Of course, she turns the showing of her wings into a dance, a whole-body-flirt. Of course she does. She can fly, and that is groovy, and she can spit fire, which does wonders for a girl's confidence, but the pair of them have walked into her club, paid her, and now they expect her to go ( ... )
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Wow. *applauds*
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And :D
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And thank yooooooooooou.
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