SO RICH, SO PRETTY
Oh dear, what a sad little thing. His gray glance falls over an unusual female. Her eyes grab at him, hungering for that which she does not herself have. She tries to pull the papery appendages close, tries to tuck them away, as if that could hide them. He supposed they might have been wings, they probably were intended to be, but they weren’t. Not hardly. A joke, a laughable attempt at something that might take flight, a deformity.
They were crudely built, probably to match the glass figure that made up her body. See through, giving him a grand view of her insides. How curious, he wouldn’t even have to break her open to see them, all sport had been lost. Well, perhaps. Perhaps, he would just have to see if there was anything left to play with. Any way to watch her descent as he cut the thin strings of her pride and meager confidence. She isn’t anything magnificent, but she might do to appease his boredom.
He smugly tucks his own purple plumes, gently folding them against his sides. They were perfectly in place, creating an appealing line to his silhouette. Finally he speaks, smooth like a fur rug in front of a crackling hearth. Dim lights over iced bourbon, ”My word, what has happened to you?” He is all butter, trotting up to the glass spun female. He could feign concern, he could fill her head with nonsense, how else would he know just how much he could play with this one?