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Thea sits on the single sofa and Miranda sits on the three-seater sofa opposite. Miranda's arm leisurely lays over the back of the couch. Her legs crossed, she looks like the picture of elegance. Thea observes Miranda, there is nothing soft or gentle about this woman nor is she overbearing. Just from a single look, Thea can tell she is a perfect beta female. Unlike her own mother who is too rough at some times and too soft at other times, there is no balance with her mother. But Miranda? Miranda is balance. Thea looks at the woman's posture and while it looks elegant and poised, there is a gentle threat to even the basic motion of sitting. It is the piercing emerald eyes that are fixed onto her every little movement that give Thea the idea that she is the prey in the hunters sight. Jus