Black widow, tempting, pleasing, provoking. Forcing your Taste to unwillingly open.

Lying in the darkness, hoping to tease, with offers of pleasure and satisfaction of needs. A silken thread, a tempting web, winds gently affront The Black Widow's head.

Unassuming, the Taste wanders in to her calls, yearning for love, help, and resolve, the Taste comes into her trickery threads.

Instantly trapped, immediately snapped, like the small fly of poor luck she nibbles on for snacks. Lo come her webs, her special, intwining webs, ones she designed before her plotting began.

Webs of love, lust, desire, and promise, webs that show naught the truth, that's too honest. A Taste falls victim, listening to her lies, giving her an opening to siphon away her desires...and the Taste, is unknowing of the truth behind her promises...until too late, when "Lovely Widow" pounces.

Striking so quick the moment her desires are fulfilled, spilling His existence as though he were a toy. The strike is over Her needs be done, she leaves to weave her next web upon someone.

Yes, I see you, my unassuming Black Widow, crawling and weaving, locked on to that poor soul, struggling feebly. I see its senses, awakening to your deceptions, but strong as He is, you've woven Him too tightly.

Hmm...a tearing of your web, or a simple confrontation, Lady to Lady. Both I see prove no effect to your wiles, so I shall sit back here and sever his bounds.

When you aren't aware, when your guard is down, I shall spin my OWN web, that will weaken your bounds, when your prisoner is free, my will shall be done

Why interfere, you ask, well simply because, my foolish little spider-child, perhaps it is because I am a Black Widow myself...