Commodity.

She was a heroine, to them. And, why shouldn't she be ? She, maintained her credibility with years of experience. Was her status justifiably assured ? As she " travelled " through the urban " battlefield " casting spells to great effect. They, all wanted to be like her. They, all wanted her confidence, and mystique, as well as mystery. She defined the difference. Whatever that was. Between the average, and, the " exotic " !
In her mind, there always seemed to be conquest. And, the sharing of her value, beyond the everyday routine. Her love of the erotic principle being applied to draw in " victims " was now seen as the " ultimate " compliment. Rather, than the privilege. Her access to more, by learning, was indicative of her " lust for life " ! Clearly.
The quarry could vary, but, in its appreciation, and acceptance, of " influence " and intimate power there was a discovery of " home " ! With all its comfort and security. The feelings of her charms being used against you, made surrender the way to a defeat like no other. Away from the " rat race " you could fall far beyond your wildest dreams. Into " captivity " which then came, to define you. And, what you stood for. And, mainly little else, it seemed.
The driving ambition to unleash her full armoury on some unsuspected soul was ever present. She, looked forward to " dissecting " their essence through stealth, to bring rewards sought. By both parties. Or, perhaps more. The metamorphosism of  the collective also allowing her complete reign over others. As no one else could, or dared, achieve. She, was " The Spirit " and, the " life "  much promoted by the " bourgeoise decadents " ! The highest " seal, of approval " ?
Was she abusing her powers over the rest ? No body cared. For, in the dimmest light she gave her potency due respect. This gave full vent to those advances into the seedier side of the cosmopolitan. And, a chance to change the atmosphere and ambience to her liking. No mean task. Undertaken with vigour. It, was far removed from her origins.
In her world, she flourished. And, she nourished. As well as transformed hearts and souls into more desirable commodities. Her " touch " was such, that it gained her a reputation " To Die For " ! Her fate was sealed.
No wonder she needed the " odd " day, off ! Who could deny her, that ?