so much prada on me (EVE) i'm a prodigy

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ve felt like an animal on the stage. Perhaps it wasn’t healthy, but it was certainly quite fun. All that magnetism and raw energy. It filled the stage with a sort of thrum, expanded by the veins that pulsated in the audience. She had been a monster for a long time; she knew how to pull that sound into her body until it drowned out even the beat of the music. She knew how to play to that crowd, to make them as hungry as she was. It was a mixed group tonight, as it was every night. So many smells, so many vibrations. Human, vampire, beast, the sickly sweet tang of witch on the tip of her tongue. She knew them all so well.
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The song for the evening was a dark one, with a slow but pounding, progressive beat. The lyrics, barely above a spoken voice, seemed to wrap around her as she swayed and twirled around the pole. Musicality had always been one of her strengths and was on full display during the dance, as she hit and milked every note. She became enraptured by her own movements, the crowd and the stage and the building seeming to fade around her. It all fell away until the final beat of the song, which she ended with a rather seductive, final pose.
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Cheers went up, as they always did, she prided herself, and she gave a deep bow before disembarking from the stage to walk among the crowd. For the most part, they parted for her, the patrons having learned what happened when a newcomer got too friendly and laid even a congratulatory hand on her. They didn’t even register to her as she approached the very familiar woman at the bar. Poppy was perfect, and Eve enjoyed no other woman quite so much. She took the drink, downing it. ”Thank you, my dear. But really, we’re overdue for something stronger,” she crooned in her almost adolescent voice, indicating the empty glass in her hand. ”Enjoying your evening so far?”