A plunging neckline revealing pale white flesh,

A necklace. Two necklaces.

Heavy and delicate gold, glistening against skin, adorned with pretty jewels,

Pretty gems,

To attract, distract.

And that smile,

That delicious smirk,

Tasty enough to crave a sample of the flavour.

Exquisite,

Cherry red lips,

Lipstick stains on pearly white teeth.

A sharp grin beneath lidded eyes, dark pupils peeking out under dark eyelids, lashes ebony and defined.

A glint. A flash of danger. Gone, retreated behind a mask of innocence.

It's inviting. "Come follow," it purrs, teasing, "come see what's behind the mask."

Delicate fingers stroke up your neck to tilt your chin. Nails painted red, sharp, leaving little red trails. 

Scratches. 

Marks.

Territory being marked.

A quick glance down to see a tight dress, clinging, fabric dripping down skin. 

Look up.

The danger's back again.

A tongue, small and pink, sweeps over painted lips, mesmerising in it's languish strokes. 

Look up.

A deep inhale, taking in scents, a wolf, a hound, breathing in the stench of prey.

Look up.

Dark eyes, blown up pupils, delight and exquisite joy.

The grasp tightens.

The grin widens.

The game's over.

The hunt has begun.