
Marta had instincts about male personas and if they stepped near she could snap her fingers and they’d disappear. She never knew where they ended up or cared. But the little girls she observed just in case one showed potential.
It had been a fairly boring day and she sat down at her vanity. The candles instantly lit to show an old haggard face in the glass. She’d have to make a new spell in the morning, this time she would add a few dove feathers, the blood still clinging to them for the youth potion to last longer. To be honest she thought, the entire trying to look young was getting boring. She needed to find the perfect girl to complete a fresh 100 year transformation. Oh well, off to sleep, cuddling the tarantula she kept as her favorite pet.
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