Blood Red as Wine
Blood dripping down her suit
A sadistic grin on her face
A sharp dagger in hand, thighs with black lace
Powerful storms follow her way
Her lips flavored Tequila, rum or maybe Rosé
Her fingers graze over her lip where a drip of blood laid
She licked it and cackled, she got her way
Packed up to leave, she left the room
A rose laid on the floor, her signature clue