A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;
with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,
subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.