THE YOUNG WOMAN; OR, THE TRAFFIC LIGHT
The woman who looked like a traffic light was very creative. Her mind was always busy with the latest plans and strategies to hurt those who couldn’t stand her. She had been very irritable recently, because the rebels had managed to cross the supreme defence gates.
Her repressed anger once again led her to scheme a plan against the human race.
But she couldn’t do two things at once, so, while scheming evil plans, her particular outfit choice had been greatly affected. She fancied herself beautiful and was completely self-absorbed; it was then natural that, according to her, the only style worthy of her figure was the ‘sexy’ one. In her high heels, she was thinking of what to do next.
She had other inconveniences, anyway: none of the men she wanted
