The Maiden's Masquerade

tell another lie tonight, the shadows around her commanded. the vanity lights accentuated her crimson red lips. she pursed them and added a final touch of shimmer on her cheekbones. she dressed herself in sultry, black leather, and boots that carried the weight of her ego. it was a night to expound her sacrilege, to conquest the desire of her partner who was betrodden by her mere ambrosial scent. she trapped him inside her little charade, waltzing his mindscapes with sweet nothingness. she preened his thoughts with meaningless love, he was helplessly chained to the spectacle of her. such an enchanting, coquettish lady, but no-one knew her story; her deception behind a transparent mask of her deep trauma and pain. she adorned every scar with a jeweled mold, her eyes could not deceive her hidden intent of spite for the man in her embrace, yet he was blindly charmed by the beautiful debacle she was. he was unaware of her ruthless renegade, he did nothing to be spiraled into her vengeful motive but he had to bear the brunt of an ex-lover who had cursed on her heart. she silently wrangled at every ounce of his pride as she used her lofty muliebrity to façade the perfect nightmare of a woman but one of his dreams too. it cured her wounds like an anodyne until . . . he cracked her vile code and began playing her game better than she did. he dismantled every mask she tried to wear, revealing her every layer, he traversed every inch of her skin and dissolved her pretense. the menacing voices of the shadows around her started to fade. how was she supposed to keep up this masquerade?