"Flowers bloom to survive…”

Her gentle voice enchanting and alluring. Her scarlet eyes met yours as you walked into her room.

“…But recognition is a drug… so we’ve learnt to bloom, just to impress.”

She glanced out her window. The sun is setting; the event is soon.

“…Will you let me indulge in my addiction, and be my partner for tonight’s ball, my friend?” She smiled softly, and she offered her hand.

“Flowers like I… are further complimented by other pretty flowers, after all.”