Irina was curious. A freshly minted goddess in a foreign land, she was bemused by this tower that dared to be taller than her. Taller than her but not by much.
The pesky news helicopters droned like the flies they were around her shoulders. Good. They would document her rise to power. Stripping herself of her favorite neon bikini top, she ignored them and caressed her neck, sultrily gazing into the lilliputian building.
The tiny man pretended not to notice her as her immense shadow engulfed his pathetic frame. Irina wasn't fooled, she could see the way he fumbled with his camera and aimed it at random.
"Hey, little ant," the words rattled the glass as well as every fiber of the man's being. Irina's eyes lit up as the entire monument of the little specks at her feet threatened to tumble into oblivion at just a whisper. "Why not let me be your subject?"
Irina's body tingled with her newfound power. The screams barely reaching her ears as she scrunched her toes into the demolished buildings beneath her feet. She was a goddess in every sense of the word and the sight of this itty bitty photographer proved it. The control and the raw sexuality of it all made her gasp as she spoke. "After all, EVERYONE is about to be MY subject."
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