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May 26, 2012
Poison. Poison is the woman's weapon. Poison to kill the fat one!

She shall be a vile shade of green, and will not so much walk as she will slither, sinuous, serpentine. 

Will she dance?  The dance of veils as she approaches, lulling her intended, hypnotizing, yessss.  He will be filled with lust, longing for what she offers, little knowing that she offers not satiation, but death!

She prepares the tincture, sealing it in a tiny crystal vial, secreting it in her breasts where it will wait for the moment, when she will offer herself, and strike.