I'm going down to the lobby, and I'm going to ruin a man's life. It's fun to fuck with unsuspecting men, as they sit at the bar with their bros, their wife, alone... I know what I do when I walk into a room. I make it stop. I hear the gaps in conversation as I walk by. I know when a man is listening. I know when he's watching. I know what the fuck I'm doing. I love to tease. Brush against him with My thin fabric, braless and perky. He hasn't felt that kind of electricity in his life, and I haven't even looked at him yet. My eyes stop men - and women - in their tracks. I am a huntress and I prowl before I pounce. I bait the ones I feel like reeling in. It's all about Me and My fun - almost every sentence so far has begun with "I" and I fucking own it all. I own men as soon as I choose to. Mine. Not his wife's or his girlfriend's, not his little friends'. Mine to play with. This discussion is about My prowess. The way I revel in My power and the high it gives Me just to hunt. The evil thrill in My words is hot enough - you desperately want to watch Me work, or better yet, be My mark. Drain yourself for Me. I will take it all, right in front of everyone, and they will see you as lucky for suffering for ME. I'm getting excited and revved up about tonight. Get mad at the way I'm taking advantage of "innocent" men. Get jealous that you're not being used too.