"Lady day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Though the side streets and the alleyways Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in the Devil's shoes Savlation in the blues You never looked like an angel Angel of Harlem" (lyrics by U2)

Angelle Stone "Diamond Eyes"

A brief history Alone, but not horribly so. The dark-skinned temptress waits in silent repose for those she knows will come. It won't be one of her two ex-husbands, nor the lost boy who was once her child. Now the creature has much more to wait for. Starting life anew for a soul who's seen so much is a difficult task. Burning for thirteen years and forsaken for twenty, the creature has forgiven but not forgotten. Long nights were the standard fare, and inconsolable wounds would always be there. Broken wings, lost heart... she was a sight to behold still, but that was perhaps the last vestage of her former life. She would move on, of course, but there would be no more marriages. No more happy days. Now it was life, but not living.

Melancholy Baby Cruel baby blues rape slowly over the selection. Nothing tonight, as per usual. Will that one do? Oh heavens no. A predator had to be picky these days, not every man who looked the part could put on the sort of show that she needed. None of them seemed to be measuring up anymore. Pickings were scarce here. In raven colored torrents, that silky mane fell in inky waves over dark, slender shoulders as she shook it from the loose knot that had previously been held together with that stirstick she'd confiscated from the bar. Down came those luxurious locks to dance over the supple flesh that was revealed by perhaps the most beguiling dress ever to be seen. It was true, most clothing was barely there anymore, but this lady maintained her dignity. Nothing too lecherous here, men. Sorry if you can't use your imagination just a bit. Her gaze sojourned lazily about the crowd, never landing completely here or there. Always searching for that one in the mass of sweaty, undulating bodies that could possibly make that sultry soul cry out in the velvet night. It was hard for anyone to make that delicious voice raise above a provocative whisper. Would she let you get that close? Close enough to taste that fragrant, heated flesh of the damned... or would you more likely be her prey. Oh she hoped not. It was a pity, really. A soft sigh issued from silken unpainted lips. What was a wicked creature to do with no one to spark her interest?

Singularly powerful. Entrancing as the nearest strike of lightning.  Out little lady wants you to find her.  Come closer, moth. Come toward the light of ages. Let her enlighten you to your most dark desires.  She knows them all and is willing to let you give it a try. For a price, of course. Come dance with the devil's dolly. She knows the steps. Come play with the one who knows the naughty side of you. Come closer... let me smell that sweet scent of desire and fear. Come play, my dear. There's nothing you'd like more. Explore yourelf. Use me, need me, want me Come and get me.