  Listless eyes covered in rust. Skin like faded paper. Dry lips stretching over yellowed ivory. No matter, they still want me. Because, I have... An addictive personality. A certain flair for dress. A business that never goes bankrupt. I go from door to door. I never have to knock because the keys are in the door. Each one has a word engraved on them, and they say: Lust, Domination and other... In the shadows of entrance ways, I always stand. You'll know me by the jangle of my keys. Children sometimes mistake me for the ice cream man. Hah! My sweets are for adults only. 
