The sound of fetish shoes hitting the pavement echoes throughout the back alleys of the richest part of the city.
Whispers fill the air of a woman who will wander into seedy bars and order a minimum of two martinis. The rumors continue of this woman. She carries a Russian accent and the body of a playmate. Her eyes have seduced many men but her lips rarely speak the truth of that matter.
A pair of pale blue eyes glance across the room at you followed by a stream of smoke almost beckoning you to come forward. But if you are wise you will listen to the murmur of voices.
"She's a wicked woman." ..."Fourteen husbands and not a one alive." "The White Widow has arrived."
Speaking in a Russian accent she will accost you when you are cornered, her painted lips will curl in the corners as she reached for your hand.
Men will present themselves on bended knee to this woman offering them wealth and riches. Her alabaster flesh has attracted men with the highest standards, pleasing to the touch but deadly.
She will lead you to the bedroom with kinky force. As she undressed you you smell the stench of strong French perfume. Your head is spinning from the drinks she ordered and you get weak in your knees.
Newspaper articles start swirling around.
"Ravishing Russian Suspect to Various Murder Charges"
A month later and the woman is standing in front of you at the alter, her ring gleaming as her eyes narrowed. The honeymoon is bound to be thrilling.
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