She speaks in tongues. The gift of gab is her potent arsenal. Throw her a question in any language and her retorts are fluid. With a steady gaze and a disarming smile, she wins your approval. Calculated moves? Perhaps. From afar, both the mask and the wearer are bound into one.
Wading through the throng. Catching every nuance from the Babelic confusion, she is filled with sadness. Alienated, she realizes that she understands everyone and yet, no one could fathom the gaping void that permeates through her being.
Frozen mannequins. She reaches out and touches the one closest to her.
"Speak", she said. As her flunky, you obey her. Closing her eyes, she kisses your mouth. Engulfing every word you utter; your language becomes hers.
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