More Than Meets The Eye.

When the time is high, n I am of the same advanced age as you, I will also make my social life flourish. As far as modern times are concerned, will I follow a similar path, I guess. Your so popular with the crowds. It's anyone's guess, that when it comes to establishing new relationships your personae has become civilized. Let's give a try to marring with the mob, perhaps? Tell me, how is it? How does it feel to keep constantly on the tab? No rules, but lotta parties. Instead classes [as for now, without saying], more minx than one can shake a stick at. No doze for woze and profusion of limelight in support with barels o'ale, tanks o'single malts, stirred up with gimlets. More to the point [like G to the T], spruced attire sumpuously styled according to the almost vogue dictating city's paramount style. Beyond any inquiries, making sure not a boozed soul in the house's gonna turn up in dead-no part o'wardrobe which would include current fads. To say nothing of the allure n charm of the enticement you're spreading while having these on. While on the subject, what about the drop-dead, legendary almost, making every mademoiselle's head spin i.g.n.o.r.a.n.c.e.. Don't act abstemious now. It's an undeniable proof that your aim's been achieved, spotted. Wanna play GG scenario of intrigue? I can play that game. I'm its unacknowledged inventor. What for, should mine mind be aroused to query? To brand it with the company name "Your" plus the logo of your profile pic on FB added: your evening, your night, your dancefloor. Doing everything so that nobody hacks the eminence front of the proud cream o'the crop strut. It just radiates with a quasi-higher state o'mind, notably, your mimic, gestures n face too. Think you've stolen the first-mover advantage? You're right, just with the name slightly changed as it contraband is called. Look arund you. There's somebody catching with the latest too as you do. Not your way. More to the mine, greater pretending skills, dancefloor dexterity n people handling knack. Nothing short of, me acting as you do now, but with the finer skill. The difference lies in the order. Am sick n tired of all that farce. Although overshadowing bears not-so-lucrative results, in this case, it's all good that it's my wish, considerate wanted tactical reaction. Relentlessly keep mingling at the level of sleight of hands. Sure, it's not so visible. Cynical, Cheshire cat, sly fox style smile observations instead of showing off n revealing your loot for the ~ferocious mob stock exchange to invest in. No blue chips, whatsoever. Have you known me as the notorious mercenary bitch the mischief maker? More than meets the eye. Lounge lizard in the making. It's a no pain, no gain process, after all. Have you been acustomed with the painful fact that it's always the case of hugger mugger? You've gotta choose. Not to mention, it's the task for an escort agency. For now on am gonna stay focused on what my strongest suit is! Have you understood? No? Good, I've put my greatest [effort] for it to be this [precise] way...