Check out the President's table

Stifling your naughty thoughts you transitioned your gaze to the long table situated atop the stage.

Filled with the city’s elite and Cockswane’s top brass a few faces jumped out at you from your stint as Mom’s intern at City Hall. Continuing down the line you paused as your gaze fell on one woman in particular.

An absolute stunner.

Robed in a lacey little black number the dress perfectly hugged her willowy frame like a silk boa constrictor. Its deep cut flaunted her stunning alabaster skin and brought your full attention to her full bosom. Cushioned between her lovely breasts a silver chain ran up the length of her sternum before ending in a small Celtic knot at the indent of her deep clavicle. Slender fingers dotted with black nail polish fidgeted with the chain, toying it back and forth a few dozen times before growing bored.

Sinking her thumb into her chin she relaxed, closing her eyes and letting the weight of her head fall on the digit. The dark shadows of the banquet hall silhouetted her sharp jawline and cheekbones gifting the woman with a distinctly Victorian appearance. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun but through the course of the night a number of wispy strands had worked their way out winding up against her angelic face.

The blood-red lipstick and heavy eyeliner adorning her lovely visage brought your suppressed Goth fetish right to the surface. Studying her face further you noticed the minuscule laugh lines and faint wrinkles running across her forehead. If you had to guess you’d say she was within a few years of your parent’s age although like your mothers she appeared to devote runway-levels of care to her skin.

Your mind continued to aimlessly ponder this entrancing woman until you found yourself caught red-handed as you met the gaze of her placid lake-blue eyes.

But rather than a look of disgust, she flashed you a slight smile before tilting her head slightly and reversing the roles as she observed you with the same scrutiny. You basked in the limelight while she observed you like a strange trinket. Just as your swagger hit its peak and you leaned back giving her a full view you felt a sudden chill run over your spine as her regard morphed.

Suddenly she stared you down with intensity of a predator stalking its prey.

You could feel the weight of her gaze pulling you down like an anchor.

A tightness grew in your chest as she continued to stare.

Clearly aware of her effect on you, her small smile grew twisting into something sinister as the tightness in your chest strengthened.

“Fuck”

You thought to yourself.

Still barely able to breath over the tightness your body begin to roast.

Like facing an open oven the heat overwhelmed you.

Small rivers of sweat poured down your face.

Fear gripped you as you desperately tried to break her gaze but she refused to let you go even for a second.