Rainy, dark sky. Empty, large house. She lies on a velvet sofa with a casual drink, drowned in memories of those wild and happy days. She had it all, and she can still rule the world... just not today when time seems to have stopped.
Her ex has gone, and his body language showed it clearly. All she feels now is senseless desire. My lost soul?! My wasted beauty?! Done with it! I’m not that kind; red is my new credo. Hedonist red – the color of life and beauty. She will rise and play that dangerous game again... She will, but not until tomorrow.