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@Lion In the center of the room was stationed a high rise, rounded stage, with heavy, black drapes that glittered from the diamond dust that had been painted across their surface, as the candle light danced ontop of an ornate gold filigree chandelier. It was crowned at each cardinal direction with the sculpted head of a lion dragon. And below each dragon, and each curl that stretched out like a curling ray of the sun, dangled a series of opulent jewels that twinkled as they caught the light and added a dancing display of lights to the curtain and black painted floor. The diamonds looked like stardust, which was all part of the act- all part of
her act. For she was one of their highest paid, highly sought after whores. And her name was Starlight.
Starlight wasn't her real name, her real name being Adrianna O'mera; which was a name she quickly killed off for her alter ego; the dark haired, sparkling, harp playing, soul singing prostitute who got to bed only one lucky gentleman a night for whomever could bid the highest to have her. She entertained the rest of the night, singing away songs that came from deep inside her soul- songs that spoke of a voice very much unlike the repressed world of opulence around her.
For she had a heart, and it was her heart that burned.
Some nights she sang so deeply, she found herself actually crying on stage; though not many patrons would have known that as tears would slid down and become last in the black, glittering paint that lined around her eye like a star. Even whatever skin was showing had some sort of star painted on it and her flesh was smoothed over with the same glittering jewel dust that also was smoothed and rubbed into her hair. Most of her patrons loved the display, though were not exactly too enthused when they woke up in the morning wtih glittering lips and cock. But hey, it was part of the charm, and Starlight was always more than 'happy' to oblige her patron come the morning with a scented bath, helping him or her scrub away their worries, and even offering a second fair well round of sex. And not a single customer was ever displeased.
"Gods, Starlight's voice is incredible," one man murmured amongst the crowd to his companions. "When I was able to afford her a few months back, you should have heard her sing."
"But we're hearing her sing right now!" his friend laughed.
"I don't mean like that. I mean really sing when you're banging her. God, that voice...." And the man gave an appreciative shake of his head. And he wasn't the only one in the audience oogling. Starlight had her own fan club, because each night she entertained there was something new. It was the same old Starlight, but the acts were changed up, sometimes an audience member got to participate with her on stage (which, depending on the money, could end up with a public display of some of the most intense sex the men have ever seen), or just some kinky pole dancing combined with harp playing and singing, and perhaps a blow job or a hand jerk. And sometimes, she helped a lucky man out in the crowd for free.
But today was something special. Today in her act would be something new.
"That song I just sung was something y'all remember," she said, smirking as she leaned against her harp. It was an ornately crafted instrument, of the finest wood and painted in pure gold. It workd into the act as it was actually built into the stage, and the supports for it were thin columns that acted like poles in which she danced around and added to her routine. But for this new act, this new song, she was seated there, scantily clad (as per the usual wardrobe) in somewhat of a translucent dress where the dim lighting and shadows and gltter on her face helped added to the mystery of what could almost be seen beneath it.
"But this new song, I hope you all will come to like. Like most of my songs, I've written them myself. And I put a little piece of me in it, so hopefully, it'll earn me a little piece of you." And she winked to the audience who applauded and cheered, calling out early cat calls before her fingers gently worked across the strings. And as she sat poised in the center of the stage, someone from the rafters worked at snuffing out a few of the chandelier's candles and the light's dimmed, with only a few lights to flicker over head.
And it was then she began to sing, soft and slow.
"My lips have turned to dust.
My heart has turned to stone.
Yet out of the moon.
I cling to one last tome."And she started off singing slowly, delicately, before she began to strum and pick up the beat.
"Won't you kiss me, it'll let you live
Won't you breath me, and I won't ever forget
If you need me, I'll come for you
And I'll kiss your lips and I'll drink of you.""Won't you kiss me, it'll raise you higher
Don't you leave me, there's a higher power
when you and I kiss-" And here he paused, lips opened, lips pursed and fingers lightly trilling, stroking skillfully over the strings before finishing the stanza,
"It makes us both invincible"And lifting her eye to the crowd, she strummed her harp even louder, voice belting out with a sound from deep within, one that came from the soul, one that held meaning and stoked so many fires of emotions that the singer began to sweat, making her twinkle even more so upon the stage.
"Won't you take me, on the ground
Turn me up, bring me down, have me all around
Won't you kiss me, I'm all alone
and my lips are craving yours, Won't you take me, make me moan?"And as she sung this part, her lips were oozing, nearly kissing out each word, heavy, panted lashes hanging low over her eyes that seemed to stand out like twin sapphires of varying colors. And as soon as she saw the audience was becoming so taken, she went on.
"Won't you kiss me, it'll let you live
Won't you breath me, and I won't ever forget
If you need me, I'll come for you
And I'll kiss your lips-" And she paused her harp, just for the briefest of moments before singing,
"Cause I need you."And she paused, standing up now, strolling on over to one lucky man she pointed out int he audience, who was handsome and strange, and had been eyeing her all night. And as she strut herself on up to him, her back stiletto heels clicked upon the stage, then onto the floor where she walked, eyes only for him. And still she sang, voice ringing out,
"Cause I need you!"And she took a seat upon his lap and leaned in close,
"cause i need you," and she swiped away his hair, leaning in ever closer, still singing, eyes ringing, eyes only for him.
"Cause I need you."And seh leaned in closer
"Cause I need you."Then ended the song with one intense long kiss.
The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering and eating it up. She most definitely had made an impression with that song, as she heard many men shouting out, "Next time you sing that, I want to be kissed next!"
And to the man who's lap she now sat upon, she smirked and admired him a moment. Perhaps she'd be able to out do her highest bid with this one. He was a stranger, new to the place. And who knew, he could be loaded with money. He sure smelled like it.
"All I need are your lips," she told him, still remaining perched upon his laps.
"and you can claim these hips," she whispered to him playfully, giving him a wink before slinking off his lap to stand before him, and before her adoring crowd.
Despite this not being exactly where she wanted to be in life- at least she was happy when she sang.