Donning lace and silk, walking with the scent of Roses and Lilacs. Looking on faces hidden beneath the masquerade that plays the part of life's theater. Each movement is calculated and each step is intentional. Showing a little of this here a little of that there, as your breast heave in a tightly woven tapestry designed to draw in the eyes of the beholder. A master piece painted for the pleasure of the affluent and the powerful. Sitting slightly next to those who hold the reigns of power, politely laughing when it is called for, lips painted a luscious hue of red or pink, tempting like some forbidden fruit. Bowing graciously to the invitation, accepting the offer to dance. Even if there is no music, the quarry has taken the bait of seduction and the dance begins. Polite at first then more passionate, each touch intentional, each glance designed to draw in the beholder of the superficial beauty. A taunt to make the powerful want what they do not possess and cannot readily buy. The first kiss, then passions release as your trade is plied and your craft is perfected. Little by little the rich and powerful are drawn, until the negotiation is complete and you succumb to the inevitable passion that you must endure. Whether for necessity or a grander design, you release yourself into the arms of your lover. Giving away the secret that you have kept, you wait for the intrigue to be over. Now that your trap is sprung, you need only feign interest, if none is truly there until the quarry has surrendered to your wiles and the seduction of power is done.