Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz]

[Spectra Lin]

Something was unleashed within Spectra, lately. She broke her own chains long ago in Colombia, but after the casino, she realized she was still held back. She was walking this world as though she was on top of it, but she still sold herself. She was paid handsomely, and with the piles of money swelling her bank accounts, she breathed fabulous wealth -- the same kind of wealth that welcomed her into the dark domain of Almaz with open arms. With that money she purchased the ultra-plunging, golden dress she wore tonight. The cutout swirled around her navel, showing off the lines of her sculpted abs, then swept around the curve of her hips like the hands of a lover. The rest dripped with chain details that looked like falling droplets of liquid gold.

It was her first time at Almaz. A man had to invite her, of course. She avoided gritting her teeth to spare her lipstick, though that was the exact kind of chain that she wanted to rip apart. For all her iron fisted control over her own life, she was still an object of the world of men. And she was tired of it. She wanted to be the one in control. She wanted them to be her objects. Just like with him.

Most stared as she passed as Spectra Lin drew the lustful eyes of men and women alike. As she glanced at one dark-haired beauty with skin the color of the moon, those lips parted as though she was about to say something, but instead, Spectra dismissed the woman and went on.