as much as I’d like to say she sticks out like a sore thumb, that's wrong. It isn’t necessarily her appearance that does it for me, it’s her fucking attitude. When my gaze meets her excited one, I don’t turn away. She’s probably ten or so feet back, and while people are pushing into her, she’s fighting them for dominance. My prey is no damsel, but I want to make her into one under my grip.
