Auntie M...

The seductress, the antagonist, the temptress, and the artist delved deep into the intellectually void pockets of the established psyche and became instantly bored. The wells were never dry but alas, they had to dip into the same ones too often as variety is lacking in the delta. So their legend grew too fast and many a potential prey were too aware of the danger, antennae erect and radar in full sweep they bolted before the hook could be set. A third party was needed, an opinion that lurked beyond the coagulated consciousness of The Gang of Four. Auntie M was to be their savior, to pull them from their doldrums for the drab and mundane had begun to feed upon them like the hunter becoming the hunted. She worked her spell and by her guidance, they all drank deeply. Salvation within their grasp and renewed with enthusiasm, they again swarmed through the dark and dank, looking for souls to elevate and Auntie M approved.