This was her favorite thing to do. She couldn't do it as often as she used to but she had been doing it even before she had "made it". She would stand at the edge of her boat or her balcony, naked as the day she was born. In one hand would be a cup of tea, sometimes wine if it was a leisurely day and the other would be her cigarette holder. And she would just...watch. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body. It was exotic, long and lean and her fur was rich and glossy and known to only a few: soft. Her glowing eyes were a microcosm of her entire body: radiating power and perception. Not harshly, but undeniable nonethelss. "Let them stare." Was what she always said, even if there was no one out on the water today. When they stared at her...they stared at power.
This was her favorite thing to do. She couldn't do it as often as she used to but she had been doing