<span class="bbc_u">Zahira (http://i33.servimg.com/u/f33/14/03/36/72/lothy11.jpg)</span><br/><br/>Amongst the shadows lingered one woman who many found themselves lost in fear and desire for. Her body was tall, lean and taut. She was pale-skinned, with smooth white locks that fell in waves from her high pig-tails held by tiger-print ties that matched the tops of her sleeves. Her outfit was extremely strange, and yet gave one plenty to look at. Her legs draped in long fishnet stockings that fell into heightened boots and then raised into her one-piece translucent vinyl top that was coming over her breasts and still freeing up her navel. Her sex was covered by a pair of short boy shorts underneath a cheetah print dark gray sheeted skirt that was open over the front a bit, and bore the translucent vinyl ends of her one-piece over it before the second understraps hooked down into her boy shorts. Over that was a beige cloth belt hooking over a strange chakram like piece that she used almost as a belt buckle, the gaudy thing spiked and yellow with white insides and spikes. Her face was intoxicating, be it by her tantalizingly smooth skin, full rounded lips, or her bi-colored eyes of cocoa brown and reflective pearl. Her forehead was covered in bangs, and yet the sides of her face were clear, even showing off her mangled and shapen ears that bore yellow star earrings that hung and matched the purple and yellow pasties that hugged her full breasts.<br/><br/>As people slipped by, Zahira stepped forward, finally reaching out. She grazed one man's arm and he turned sharply, looking at her.<br/><br/>"Oh-ho, it's you! Heh, you're a bit more of a freak up close and in person..." He whispered, looking her up and down. But when his gaze came back up, her silvery pearl-colored eye shimmered and all else but that eye in his world went dark, as she approached him. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in and pressed one cool kiss to his neck.<br/><br/>"Yes, 'tis I." The woman purred in a rich, toxic tone. "Now, take from your pockets all your money and blow it. I would also suggest that after you do such, you visit the House of Death."<br/><br/>He nodded, and she blinked, stepping away. Her hand disconnected from the simple touch of his wrist she had previously created while talking, and he turned away as well. But as he shook off the unusual blackout of his, he dug out all of his cash and stopped before the stand of a sickening carnival game.<br/><br/>Zahira had moved past quite a few, and finally slowed at seeing the stand for The Unkillable Boy. She always wondered about his gift, or curse in this place, but she didn't linger on it now as she continued, nails tapping against the outside of her thigh as she thought of people to toy with before her act.