Her lustrous grey dress was adorned with fine rubies. The silk material clung to her physique, her corset so tight, many wondered whether she even had a waist. Her silvery curls were piled upon her head, amidst them rested a diamanté crown bestowed with rubies. It matched the dress perfectly, wisps of hair escaped onto her face, her azure eyes looked out between them. She looked down as she knew all eyes were on her, she could never pay more attention to one as opposed to another. She was cruel, her intentions were never pure but she wasn’t unfair.
The talk of the town they said, no one really knew what the truth was, but they believed everything. Her aura was tainted with sin but she looked so pure, she was desired even by those who did not know of her and shunned by the women of sophistication. Who could be associated with such a high class deviant. She entered the burlesque through a back door, thick black curtains descending behind her. She sat perched on her stool, staring at herself in the dressing room mirror. Her name was engraved into the design of the frame, a touching gesture. She felt the adrenaline rush as she applied rouge to her lips.
She strode into the hallway centimetres from being on stage, the lights dimmed as the amateurs sashayed off the stage. fluorescent red lights flooded the room and there she was, the main attraction. They put on her song as she swayed rhythmically to the beat, she began unzipping her fine dress. The silk slid down her body, not once did it catch on the lace of her costume, they all gasped awestruck, but the show had just begun.
- Lostinsolitude
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