In the shadows she prowls, a good girl turned wild,
Her innocence shattered, her darkness compiled.
Her sexuality, a raw and intoxicating spell,
Seduction her weapon, as she dances through hell.
Beauty veils the depths of her inner decay,
Vulnerability masked in the games she plays.
Each glance a temptation, each touch a sin,
A fallen angel, consumed by the darkness within.

Two girls, clad in their everyday chic , strutted through the rain under a single umbrella . With each step, they embraced the downpour, their mantra clear: "Too Glam to Give a Damn."