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The
Simulid is a master of disguises, appearing as a beggar or
a baron, as a jester juggling golden balls at afternoon parlour
teas, or golden balls in evening dress. The baron waltzes
with the rich heiress while the beggar feeds off her children
in the nursery, leaving shrivelled husks in the garbage pail
where later they are mistaken for chicken bones and cabbage
leaves. So intoxicated is the heiress with the elegance and
beauty of The Simulid. that she fails to notice the unearthly
odour and wrongness in the air around her dancing partner.
Entranced, she will sigh in pleasure as six cold wiry legs
writhe about her thighs and breasts in the bedroom. She will
not see the pincers at her delicate throat, nor the steel-dark
eyes that know neither sentiment nor mercy.
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