I am a fancy girl.
I am a fancy dancing girl. I twirl and spin within veils and sparkles and perfume.
I am on a stage above you. You stare at me and my spinning and twirling. I expose skin to you. You drink the smooth patches in like wine. I expose more skin. You drink the touchable velvet expanse like it's water. When I expose all the skin, you vomit on your shoes.
You look into my eyes. My eyes kill your eyes.
You back away slowly. I continue to dance.