[And, there she was. I could feel her, vision eightfold, staring me down from across the wavelengths. He blue lips split in a, uh, devilish grin. She was, a beautiful and, deadly minx. She had the wings, of a butterfly, but her demeanor belonged to that, of an eight-legged arachnid - the kind that would, lure in a mate and then, devour him when she was through.
Here was a dame, all right, but this dame wasn't the sort that, any man should seek out, uh, willingly.]
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Here was a dame, all right, but this dame wasn't the sort that, any man should seek out, uh, willingly.]
T-that, woman, is no concern of yours.