It's always something when a woman falls from grace. Where a face that sank a thousand ships once was is now a bitter shell of beauty.
The lights dimmed as candles sparked to their dim life. Madam was laying on a chez lounge, her nude body covered by a disheveled fur blanket. Her pale eyes narrowed as they scanned around the empty room.
Men don't flock as they used to. Their bodies now simply walk past instead of begging for the affections. Once a wanted doll, now just sits on the shelf collecting dust.
Madam's lips parted as a dry puff of air escaped,a sigh. "When a woman looses her charm a part of her dies.."
Our beloved Madam clings to life by a strand held by her delicate fingers. "After that the days past quickly causing her to fade away into nothing."
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