All eyes were on her when she walked into the room. That body, those legs, that hair, her flawless face, all perfect in every way. She was poured into a ruby-red dress that hugged every curve like a second skin.
It didn’t matter that she acted like she didn’t have two brain cells to rub together when she looked like last month’s Playmate. All the men wanted her, and all the women wanted to throw her off the roof.
Yet no one else knew that her entire lascivious act was an elaborate social experiment. We were her lab rats.
Thin spiral notebook 
Interesting.
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I like the twisted imagery. Great 100. I never saw this coming.
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Love that picture with what you say – it’s all an illusion, in more ways than one.
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