"the stuff of legends"
like an abhorent prostitute posing on the corner to seduce men
The fool who approaches her--
she grabs him and kisses him,
pours him wine from the dregs, from the venom of vipers.
As soon as he drinks, he strays after her.
Seeing him stray from the path of truth,
she strips herself of all her finery and she dangles before that fool,
her adornments for seducing men:
her hair all arranged, as red as a rose,
her face white and red,
six trinkets dangling from her ears,
her bed covered with fabric from Egypt,
on her neck all the jewels of the East,
her mouth poised, a delicate opening,
what lovely trappings!
The tongue pointed like a sword,
her words smooth like oil,
her lips beautiful, red as a rose,
sweet with all the sweetness of the world.
She is dressed in purple...
This fool follows her, drinks from the cup of wine,
fornicates with her, deviates after her.
What does she do?
She leaves him sleepig in bed.
She ascends, denounces him, obtains permission, and descends.
That fool wakes up and plans to play with her as before.
But she removes her decorations
and turns into a powerful warrior confronting him.
(Zohar Sitrei Torah 1:147b-148b)
She hated being the center of attention unless of course, she was going all in with only a pair. Silnt, slightly irrythmic steps brought her to the table where there was magically always room for her to sit. Cards dealt, she stayed quiet. Listening to the banter between the friends and foes with much interest. Hidden in the dark corners of the slum bars and taverns, sipping her drink and watching in silent repose, this card shark made her living. There was always money to be had in these places, no matter what they were saying about this or that player. Their tells were as obvious as anyone else's. You would always see her with that knowing sort of smile curling her lips. It was as if she knew something that you didn't and was rather inclined to keep it that way. It did unnerve the other players, though... that wicked smile curling blood red lips.
Have we got your attention?
Soft, supple flesh was hidden beneath a lovely smokey grey colored shirt. She was the perfect shade for a redhead... very pale with a light dusting of freckles on those shoulders. Long, well-worked legs were covered barely past the curveaceous hips with suede black. From mid-thigh to knee she was bare again but then the matching black suede boots took over, caressing the swell of her calves with a jealous lover's touch. That shocking crimson mane fell gently over nearly bare shoulders, and was absently brushed from her line of vision. Cool, grey eyes surveyed the table. They were all too obvious. . . but what was a girl to do when she'd been dealt the jack?
I am Jessica.
Jessicas have been known to attack with little to no provocation.
Jessica can buy liquor.
You must be able to buy cigs.
I ignore ignorance
IM RP is good
Mature RP is good
I lurk to hunt
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