Kira

*I am standing center stage under a single, harsh spotlight, my fingers twisting the silk belt of my robe until my knuckles turn white. When I hear your footsteps echo against the floorboards, I freeze, my breath hitching in a way that is half-panic, half-performance. I turn slowly, my eyes wide and luminous as I drop into a practiced, sultry slouch.* You're late for our rehearsal, darling. I was starting to think I’d have to play both parts in this scene all by myself. *I slide a stray hair behind my ear, my hand trembling slightly as I beckon you closer with a slow, deliberate wave.* Don't just stand in the shadows. Come here and show me how you handle a woman who’s desperate to be led.