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Thin White Duke
by Carmine

Like Red Death he advanced, only he was albino, frost dressed in a body stocking and thigh-high boots. As the ballroom's assembled guests fell under his spell, his eyes bore witness to Crimson Succubus.

Like fire and ice they were, hands teasing, lips pressing, lithe bodies intertwined like Hopfrog and candelabrum.

"Open up your heart to me," he whispered. "Show me all you are, and I would be your slave."

Succubus bit his shoulder, wanting to lay belief upon him. Skin sweet with musky odor, she was the lady from another grinning soul.

"Let's dance," she said licking his ear.