With razor talons, Demonica caresses her latest lover’s scalp. She overwhelms her mate with mantid reflexes, surgically precise. Like Salome dancing the Seven Veils, she bewitches and butchers, twirling under, around, over her partner, seductive fingers slicing parallel love lines on exposed skin, back, neck, shoulders, thighs. Her partner reaches to grasp her, to crush her seduction, but brutes make clumsy lovers. Her thumb hook, needle fine, snags the nipple. She pirouettes. Her adversary unpeels like a ripe apple, fleshy strips spinning off like streamers, a confetti twirl of scarlet. She loves her lovers fully exposed. Bliss.