Clad in a tight red dress that hugs every curve, a cigarette dangling from between My fingertips, I am the perfect vixen. You can't stop looking at Me, can you? I am your daydream, wicked and sensual. I am your smoking queen. You stare while I take hit after hit, letting large clouds of smoke trickle from between My lips. I laugh at your desire, teasing you, mocking you with delicious cruelty. No matter how much I humiliate you, you still adore Me. You still worship Me and My silver smoke. You're nothing but My cigarette bitch.

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