My borrowed face and my third-hand grace only reflect your glory

She really needed to be more careful.

There was nothing wrong with nude sunbathing by the pool, or even walking around without bothering to put on her robe. It was perfectly natural, freeing, and in the privacy of her own home it was hardly indecent.

At least until someone knocked at the door while she was going through her email. She really needed to remember to keep a robe handy…

Fortunately, it was only UPS driver, a younger man and very understanding. Flattering, too, when he recognized her.

Even in awkward situations, it was always wonderful to meet a fan.

1. Do you like it rough or sensual?
Depends on who I'm with. Sensual with women, rough with men. I like to get a little crazy with someone I'm less likely to hurt.

2. Do you prefer to be with the opposite sex or the same sex? or both? At the moment?
Oh, both absolutely, but I do have a preference for men. At the moment, I'm looking for a man. What I need, a woman can't give me at the moment.

3. How often do you like to have sex?
When I'm involved, every day if I can manage it. Between relationships, not often. I tend to stew until I'm desperate, and take care of myself as needed.

4. Is sex a top priority for you?
It's important, but not the most important, no.

5. Do you have sex face to face with your partner?
Oh, definitely!

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Anne loved working Saturday afternoons at The Body Shop because the customers just didn’t come in, and for the few who did show up she had a pretty wide berth to do whatever she felt like.

Or so it was until Saturday afternoons became one of their busiest periods, starting just a couple of weeks after she got hired.

This week was no different than any other as the spotlight hit her, irised onto her face as the music began, a pop ballad that was nothing like the usual bump and grind that accompanied her routines. Animal eyes stared out at the crowd as she moved with the music, but the woman onstage was purely human as the irised spotlight followed her, moving over her body as she slowly stripped off her clothing piece by piece.

The lights never rose. The spotlight lingered over her hands as her gloves peeled away from her arms, as her skirt slid off her hips and to the floor. It followed her fingers as she unlaced her corset and slipped it off her body. She swayed, she gyrated, and moved away from the crowd, backing down the stage runway with every step until she made her exit offstage.

The lights lever came up. All she showed the audience was pieces of the picture, glimpses of bare breast and skin unveiling, looks and glimmers of more than just sex. On these lazy Saturday afternoons where she was free to play, to wander, she told stories and created fantasies the customers came in droves to lose themselves in.

Left to her own devices, she told erotic fairy tales crafted from bare flesh and sensuality, and promised more than pleasure: she promised happily ever after.

She promised love…and for that, her customers would pay any price to take in the beautiful lie obscured by the darkness behind her irised spotlight.

Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 313

1. Put your iTunes on shuffle and list the first 25 songs
2. Link to the song lyrics
3. Post the songs for others to give you prompts based on the song of their choice.

**A general mood will be taken into consideration if given. Please specify if you'd like to see your muse in the drabble or not or a specific scene.**

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I'm not limiting this to just one muse, so I'm expanding the challenge: If you ask for someone other than Anne, you can also offer up a song for me to use so long as you link me to some lyrics. Clear as mud? Good! :P

I brought a hoodie to work today, too, because it's chilly outside? But I haven't worn it once so I didn't include it. It's black. Nothing unusual. It's actually a bit dressier than I usually wear, I've been known to wear dark jeans to work. I have a meeting with one of the senior fashion editors, and I'm answering a dare. He said I couldn't mix metals and make it work. Hmph.