My claws are long and deep red, your ears open and over sensitised to the sounds of me tip tip tapping them.
For an odd few moments you wonder why, but you find yourself wishing you were my slighly unsettling, flocked wig stand, perhaps it's because you long to feel the scrape of my beautiful nails against your scalp?
You put those thoughts out of your mind, and just watch, just listen, enthralled by my gorgeous long nails...