She Seeks a Life of Beauty

“I seek a life of beauty,” she said to everyone and no one, twirling languidly on the table 22 floors above the city, her body pliable on the spinning table, arching and curving to the soft, melodic music. Giddy and lightheaded from the champagne, she laughed and let the gaze of those around her fall upon her form, wraithlike in the glow of the room. Laughter and amiable conversation floated from groups of people scattered about the room. The curls of smoke rising from cigarettes obscured the half-filled flutes of champagne, glinting in the din.....

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