09-09-2023, 09:02 PM
Seven nestled a bubbly flute of champagne against his chest when the stage fell dark. Although alone, he was comfortable and maintained a relaxed air. This was now his third visit to Kallisti House of Burlesque, all for his own interest and entertainment. The same flutter of anticipation as all the previous shows burrowed into his chest, and he was in rapt attention to what unfolded.
The lights shone upon an enchanting woman. She was beautiful in a traditional, curvy way, and Seven expected no less than stunning from Kallisti’s performers. There was something else about her, too. She moved with all the sinuous fluid of a snake, or perhaps a cat, writhing and twisting. The story held his attention, as well. The tension of it building to an inevitable crescendo of release threaded his veins with sensual symbolism that bloomed a smile upon his lips.
What truly held him in thrall were her eyes, however. Whenever they flashed his direction, their light held him in awe, like twin coins laid as Charon’s offering, Seven was eager to snatch them for himself, and he hoped she would notice him in turn.
The lights shone upon an enchanting woman. She was beautiful in a traditional, curvy way, and Seven expected no less than stunning from Kallisti’s performers. There was something else about her, too. She moved with all the sinuous fluid of a snake, or perhaps a cat, writhing and twisting. The story held his attention, as well. The tension of it building to an inevitable crescendo of release threaded his veins with sensual symbolism that bloomed a smile upon his lips.
What truly held him in thrall were her eyes, however. Whenever they flashed his direction, their light held him in awe, like twin coins laid as Charon’s offering, Seven was eager to snatch them for himself, and he hoped she would notice him in turn.