Room 58: Lucy Fur – Part One: Make Up

Long red nails, red lips, black eyelashes, green eyes and curves that might make you suspect that Betty Page had been resurrected. She really played a good game – a game that she had been playing for god knows how long. Well, she didn’t look any age at all. She knew a lot about the people that were gathered here in this building and the inexplicable youth seemed to be a repeating pattern. She was siphoning the information from somewhere and it seemed to be an accurate source.

She could bamboozle the most resilient of men – all she needed was one hook moment and she had you. If you bit on a single thing that she said then you were infected and you were lost. She had known men fight against their instincts for a long time when it came to her but in the end the primal urges always won out. Damn, that hardwiring was there for a reason; she was that reason.

There were people in her immediate vicinity that she needed to deal with – people that were trying to start a turf war and she couldn’t allow that. This was hers and it would remain hers indefinitely, well, eternally to be precise – all pretenders to the throne had to step off now.