A round king size bed is set in the middle of grand high ceiling room. Blue velvet drape the windows, expensive marble swathe the floor; the dim light for the crystal chandiler waltzes with the light from the cracked curtain. As the sun raise, so does the patron that owns this luxurious bedroom.
She yawns and stretches; her sleep mask and hair wrap stay securely to her head. She removes the sleep mask and strides over to the vanity mirror in the far corner of the room. As she brightens the lighting, she catches a glimpse over her self in the mirror.
She looked old, tired, haggard, decrypted- and that was just in this bad lighting. Her time was running out, this body would not hold her any longer- the game is set!
Girl, we've got work to do
Pass me the paint and glue
Perfect isn't easy
But it's me
Until she finds the next young thing, Dante will just have to make do with what she's got- to be honest; it's not that bad after a little prepping. Actually, not bad at all.
When one knows the world is watching
One does what one must
Some minor adjustments, darling
Not for my vanity
But for humanity
Well not exactly for humanity, humans are such foul creatures- flawed by their own creation, but Dante's just giving them something to- admire.
Each little step a pose
See how the breeding shows
Sometimes it's too much for even me
But when all the world says, "Yes"
Then who am I to say "No"?
Don't ask a mutt to strut like a showgirl
No, girl, you need a pro
How long has it been since this all begun, with Hohemheim at her side, 300- 400 years? Well whatever the length maybe, she has certainly mastered the craft of body snatching. Always choosing the most elegant and graceful, the most beautiful and vivacious, the most flare and charisma- yes, Dante was a pro.
Not a flea or a flaw
Take a peek at that paw
La la la la
Perfection becomes me, nest ce pas?
Unrivaled, unruffled
I'm beauty unleashed
Yeah!
Jarred rock, hard stock
So classic and classy
We're not talking Lassie
The people want perfection, they demand greatness- they want to see something you would not normally see sitting in the house next door. The classic wholesome girl routine was so out dated, the public wants some who can bottle the most powerful thing know to men- sex.
Tho' many covet my bone and bowl
They're barking up the wrong tree
You pretty pups all over the city
I have your hearts and you have my pity
Pretty is nice but still
It's just pretty
Perfect, my dears
Is me
After one last run through the mirror, everything is in order. Dante is ready to be greeted be her public. Her glamour and fortune can only last for so long, so of course she's going to live it to the fullest. So it is better to live it while it's hot, than live while it's not.
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist. I do not own 'Perfect isn't Easy'. I only own the madness that started this idea. Reviews are love. Thank you.