she's trouble in a tank top

How delicious. The sight before her literally made her shiver as a tickle traced up her spine; her tiny pink tongue slipping out to lap her pink lips before darting back into the safety of her mouth. The entire infrastructure before her loomed, enshrouding her within its intimidating shadow, and she could not help the gleeful smile that appeared. Tonight, blanketed with the sallow glow of the moon, she would score...and score big.
How many nights had she heard of this place? The silent whispers of what this barred building held, and the promises of rare trinkets that cost more than the city itself. IT was enough to give her wet dreams and oh was they the most powerful orgasms she ever experienced. They left her panting with her sheets, already intertwined her body due to her writhing, and sticking to her moist flesh. She would come up, and then she would leave this little shit hole of a city and bathe in diamonds like the rich folk. She had aspirations and now a means to execute them, pity the fool who didn't proof his treasure for as far as she was concerned...finder's keepers.

With a final smoothing of her outfit she moved forward, her heels clicking softly against the silence of the night. It wasn't the most practical, but it made her feel sexy, sleek, and powerful which was exactly what she needed. It only took her rounding the building (Until she reached the fence) once before she began dragging several crates toward a side window. For a moment she fingers the cool metal before dropping down and retreating to a nearby dumpster. Behind the green monolith she pulls forth a large pack, heaving it onto her slender frame with ease she trots back to her previous position. It is there that she pulls out the oxyacetylene torch. Hey, being a thief with a beautiful smile had it uses and securing this baby had not been a quick favor. More like a drugged quickie and a midnight theft of a shop worker but hey, a girl gotta do what a girls got to do.

Tonight she had decided to go natural, her dark auburn hair swept up into a messy bun, her grey eyes alight with the flame as it grew to life before her, making her amethyst flecks flicker with life. The low hiss a haunting melody as she stood transfixed, her heart finally deciding to beat a furious staccato within her breast. She. Did. Not. Like. Fire. Period. A slick sheen of sweat appeared above her brow as she placed the tip near the steel, watching in fascination as it began to melt. Her concentration so deep that she nearly dropped the contraption when she was through the last bar, catching it at the last moment. A soft shaky sigh is released as she lowers it, turning back to work on the window before at long last she is inside.

Once inside she waits a moment for her eyes to adjust before she begins to sneak around, careful about where she steps. Bare hands trace over several things before opening cabinets and doors for a quick peek. She knows that she will leave her scent behind but she is not worried, in fact the prospect of being hunting is quite...alluring. She dodges the displayed weapons, knowing that no one would keep the good stuff up front. Instead she slinks further into the building; eyes alight with mischief and extreme pleasure. Had she been a cat just then she would have burst into savage purrs. Yet she was not finished, not yet and after exploring a bathroom, in which she also relieved herself she finally finds herself in a rather large room. One with enough room to practice in if one so pleased if judging by the way it was decorated and feeling the urge she begins to undress, shifting quickly into the small speckled creature she so loved. With relish she sprints across the room, marking every corner assessable before donning her skin once again. The whole ordeal took less than five minutes for she really didn't wear much, plus when she was frolicking she happened to see the display at the back of the room. One that held exactly what she was looking for and excitedly she crept forward; pausing to lovingly gaze at her fortune. Making quick work of the locking mechanism she fondles each piece. Running a pale finger over one particularly interesting piece she sighs.

"OUCH!"

She hisses in pain as she pops her finger into her mouth, face twisting at the flavor of her own blood. The damn thing cut her! Angrily she shucks the thing into her black reinforced bag before grabbing other things, her blood dripping steadly upon the floor and glass. Perfect crimson dots, so beautiful, so enchanting.

"Bitch."

The word is growled as she smears her blood before zipping the bag. No one should have the right to view such delicate circlettes. With that she turns to leave, still suckling her middle finger on her right hand while her left one fingers the slight impression in her suit. There lay one of the most interesting pieces, no doubt worth billions. Oh she might just keep that one for herself.

Submerged in BLOOD; The DEAD they SMILE