Outside is too early and too cold. She is waiting for me. We head for the forest. We engage in small talk, but something is… off. I can feel the tension in the air, my stomach is tied up in knots. I know I have to ask a specific question, but I delay.

I observe her closely as we walk, and she is telling me about alchemy and her job as a pharmacist. The perfect curve of her lips, the scarlet bloodlike lipstick, the look that makes men propose marriage after the first date – sometimes even before that. The drama suits her. Her fire-red hair blazes among the dead trees. The field of attraction that she creates is as strong as a vice, like the darkness of an autumn evening. We reach the location. She starts to undress. Of course, she is not shy. Her skin is white as pearl – it shines gently in the darkness of the winter forest.

At this point, I already know the answer to my question, but I delay asking it just a bit longer. I’ve been close to people like her before. There is a strong urge growing in me to peek into their mind and see what they hide in there, how they think. I want to know!

“When were you born?” – I casually ask.

“At the end of October. Don’t worry, I’m from the good ones” – she replies with a slight smile and a look as hot as lava.

“Ahaa, a Scorpio?” – I exclaimed with a fake surprise. I turn the camera, and we begin… so help me God.

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