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It was an autumn evening just like any other in the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana. A cool breeze passed through the parish on occasion, cascading fallen red and orange leaves across the streets. The harvest moon, although not quite full, seemed to illuminate each and every object as far as the eye could see. At least, as far as Nefret's eyes could see.

Nefret Navarro, new resident of Bon Temps, quietly unloaded the cardboard moving boxes from her vehicle onto her gravel driveway. Her new home was situated at the end of a narrow street, the entire right side of the structure shadowed by overgrown forest. To the left were three empty lots, a single house occupying the fourth lot. Nefret definitely preferred solidity, almost angered by the fact that another house was as close as it was. The town of Bon Temps was small, but not small enough.

Pausing to survey the area on occasion, Nefret quickly finished unloading her vehicle and proceeded to carry the boxes indoors.

Entering the house, Nefret turned on the light switch nearest to the door. A single light illuminated her new living room, already full of cardboard boxes. Setting down the last box, Nefret shut and locked the front door. She then followed a narrow pathway between the boxes to her bathroom, which also contained a few boxes. Turning on the bathroom's light switch, her eyes immediately shifted to the massive mirror on the wall. She took a moment to gaze at her reflection, a faint smile forming on her lips. The golden hue of her jade-colored eyes were twinkling in the bathroom light.

Nefret had an outer beauty that could be matched by no other. Her body figure was petite, her shape curvacious. Nefret's skin radiated a golden hue, as her skin had been bronzed by the sunlight. Nefret's hair fell in loose waves down to her lower back, the color of her hair jet black.

The fact that Nefret preferred to be alone had surprised and puzzled those who knew of her. It was obvious that she was a beautiful woman.

Nefret walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off behind her. As she made her way back to the living room, she noticed a box with the word "attire" printed in black marker. Lifting the box and carrying it to the kitchen counter, Nefret pulled open the cardboard flaps to reveal what was packed inside. She lifted a black corset out of the box, followed by a pair of jeans. The corset was made of lace, giving it an elegant feel. The jeans were dark blue, almost pristine in appearance. Nefret set the corset and pair of jeans aside, reaching back into the box. She pulled out a pair of black stiletto heels, the heel length reaching five inches.

Nefret smiled as she set the pair of shoes next to the clothing.

Although it was her first night in the small town, Nefret felt that she had a long night ahead of her.