Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this interesting,” Beatrice said, her voice a low purr. She was examining the notice with a critical eye. Condos. It would require work, but work was the name of the game. Her nails, perfectly manicured, tapped against the paper.

She straightened her silk blouse, the fabric whispering against her skin. The sunlight streamed through her large windows, illuminating the carefully curated art and furniture. Her apartment, a reflection of her exquisite taste, was her sanctuary.

She felt an electric current buzzing beneath her skin. This conversion would offer opportunities to further hone her skills. She was ready to take them, and everyone else along with her.