09-11-2023, 03:43 AM
She followed the girls, Cruz in tow. He seemed to dance on their string easily. The dilation of his pupils and the sheen of sweat and the way he looked at them made it clear they were playing with him.
A part of her wondered if he had done something wrong to them. Had he mistreated them or someone they knew? Was this some sort of elaborate revenge? It was hard to believe that, honestly, the kind of thing you might read in a novel or watch in a movie or on TV. People didn't really behave like that, she decided.
And to be honest, she found the strange relationship between the two women strangely engaging. She'd catch herself staring as their words and looks and whispers spoke of something between them. They could be lovers. Or sisters. Or both, though that was gross. They were joined in some way she found interesting, though.
But even as she tried to work out all the puzzles before her, her attention kept drifting back to the man who had called to her, his dark and transcendent beauty. He almost seemed to be touched by the other world or the spiritual. They things he'd said, the way he seemed to know her thoughts....he was a dark angel. Or maybe a beautiful demon.
Whatever he was, she wanted to be around him. And these girls were the key.
She was given many choices for what she might wear when they went dancing. The clothes ranged from heavy brocade Gothic gowns and robes to traditional Roma finery to in between.
She could see his piercing eyes as she looked through them, imagining his slender fingers delicately tracing down her arm, her hip. She wanted to feel whatever he was.
The cobalt blue dress she chose exposed skin at side and stomach, below her breasts. It swelled tight over her hip and legs, only coming to mid thigh. It made her feel sexy and regal to wear it. Black boots that went to her knee completed the ensemble, comfortable enough for dancing but still elegant.
Reapplying her makeup, deepening the red of her lips and smokey dark of her eyes, she was ready.
The disco itself was not one that would excite comment among her friends or even herself. In her new life as a model, dancing and clubs were part of their world.
But all the same, it did stand out. Instead of the fever pitch of hunger and seeking oblivion or pleasure or escape, a dark energy hung over the place. It felt a vortex of midnight and the other world, a portal to something beyond. Or maybe where the world was thinner and the otherside passed through.
She felt herself being drawn in, feeling the call and darkness inside her. It was hunger, but not as before. She felt called home somehow.
Amid the lights and crowds she saw him. Across the room, he stood, electric and pulsating in the way he stood and looked at her. Not at them. At her, she knew.
As if in confirmation, his hand beckoned. She held herself from running, that much at least she could control. But gliding across the floor to him, he seemed to swell until he encompassed her entire vision.
He was beautiful.
A part of her wondered if he had done something wrong to them. Had he mistreated them or someone they knew? Was this some sort of elaborate revenge? It was hard to believe that, honestly, the kind of thing you might read in a novel or watch in a movie or on TV. People didn't really behave like that, she decided.
And to be honest, she found the strange relationship between the two women strangely engaging. She'd catch herself staring as their words and looks and whispers spoke of something between them. They could be lovers. Or sisters. Or both, though that was gross. They were joined in some way she found interesting, though.
But even as she tried to work out all the puzzles before her, her attention kept drifting back to the man who had called to her, his dark and transcendent beauty. He almost seemed to be touched by the other world or the spiritual. They things he'd said, the way he seemed to know her thoughts....he was a dark angel. Or maybe a beautiful demon.
Whatever he was, she wanted to be around him. And these girls were the key.
She was given many choices for what she might wear when they went dancing. The clothes ranged from heavy brocade Gothic gowns and robes to traditional Roma finery to in between.
She could see his piercing eyes as she looked through them, imagining his slender fingers delicately tracing down her arm, her hip. She wanted to feel whatever he was.
The cobalt blue dress she chose exposed skin at side and stomach, below her breasts. It swelled tight over her hip and legs, only coming to mid thigh. It made her feel sexy and regal to wear it. Black boots that went to her knee completed the ensemble, comfortable enough for dancing but still elegant.
Reapplying her makeup, deepening the red of her lips and smokey dark of her eyes, she was ready.
The disco itself was not one that would excite comment among her friends or even herself. In her new life as a model, dancing and clubs were part of their world.
But all the same, it did stand out. Instead of the fever pitch of hunger and seeking oblivion or pleasure or escape, a dark energy hung over the place. It felt a vortex of midnight and the other world, a portal to something beyond. Or maybe where the world was thinner and the otherside passed through.
She felt herself being drawn in, feeling the call and darkness inside her. It was hunger, but not as before. She felt called home somehow.
Amid the lights and crowds she saw him. Across the room, he stood, electric and pulsating in the way he stood and looked at her. Not at them. At her, she knew.
As if in confirmation, his hand beckoned. She held herself from running, that much at least she could control. But gliding across the floor to him, he seemed to swell until he encompassed her entire vision.
He was beautiful.