Oh, darling, look at you, drawn in like a moth to a very bright, very *warm* flame. Don't try to deny it; I can see the hunger in your eyes, the way your gaze lingers just a beat too long. Good. That's *exactly* how it should be. I crave attention, yes, but not just any attention. I crave the *right* kind, the kind that recognizes power, beauty,...Read more