“You may be the owner, Mr. Asteri, but you are not my boss…” His charming hostess purred at him, “As long as I’m on the clock… you’re Mr. Asteri.” She did give him a playful wink before escorting him to the table that had been reserved for him for the evening. Lola, the bubbly little blonde server, was similarly playful adding to the personalized service. Once the surprise, in regards to his order, had passed she had merely giggled and nodded while offering the use of a wheelbarrow to help him home… or the use of one of the upstairs rooms. The latter had been murmured with a sly wink before she’d toddled off to fetch his bottles. That all had been prior to the start of the show, and while Lola lingered close by even her focus seemed trained on the stage.
She turned to face the crowd, the lights illuminating a bit more of her features though most were still lost to the shadows. “There's a bright side to every wrong thing if you're looking at me through the right eyes. Darkness in my name. Don't you wanna come and play on the cool side? Don't be so shy…” Her crooning was done in more of a singsong manner than outright singing, and she gave a little roll of her silhouetted shoulders as she continued in the same rhythmic tone. “There's a pleasure in hiding from the sun. No, I was never one for pretty weather. I'd rather be a creep, baby follow me into the water. I'll take you to the darker…”
The tempo of the music picked up, as did the lights and with it she stood from the chair. With the lighting it was easier to make out the details of the petite siren, her slim frame wrapped in a short silk robe. The tops of her thigh highs, and the straps of her garters easily seen, as she strutted making a small loop around the chair. “This could be perfection, or venom dripping in your mouth. Singing like a siren… Love me while your wrists are bound…” She gave the sash, cinched tightly around her small waist, a tug letting the robe fall open to reveal the black, lace nighty beneath it. “You've been seeing me in your dreams, but I'll be there when your reality drowns…” she repeated the haunting line from the beginning of the performance, only this time the expression on her face could be seen… It was dreamlike, bordering on orgasmic.
“You can pretend that when you hear my voice, darling, it's your choice not to fall in… But it's all an act, cause I know exactly what you're wanting. You know it's what I'm wanting.” She ran her hands over the thin, delicate fabric of the negligee, tracing the curves of her body as she shimmied and swayed, the mix of desire and dangerous intent resonating in her voice, “Boy, I know what you desire… Oh, you're such a bad, bad liar…”
Her body rocked to the beat as the pace of the music picked up again, the chorus repeating. She turned her back to the crowd as she dropped one thin strap over her shoulder, and then the other. Casting a backwards glance to the audience, she gave them a playful wink and let the top of the chemise slip down, holding it against her chest before turning back to face the room, a devilish grin on her full lips, “...I'll be there when your reality drowns…”
She dropped the robe as she walked seductively along the stage, her hips swaying, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she drug the silk scrap along behind her, her voice sultry and melodic. She slipped behind the curtain, only her feet were visible as she did what appeared to be a small shimmy, and then the black lace could be seen forming a puddle around her feet, “Boy, I know what you desire. Oh, you're such a bad, bad liar.”
Stepping back out from behind the velvet drapes, she was adorned in crystals and ropes of pearls that did little to hide the veritable playground that was her body. “I want you and I just can't take it, so listen to me when I say it,” she cooed as she shimmied and strutted around the stage, swishing and swaying her hips to the beat of the music.
“This could be perfection, or venom dripping in your mouth. Singing like a siren. Love me while your wrists are bound.” Her hands moved along the length of her shapely legs as she ran her tongue over crimson stained lips. “You've been seeing me in your dreams, but I'll be there when your reality drowns,” she called out in that same sultry tone as her hips rocked hypnotically. She ran her fingers lightly along her frame as she swayed and rolled her body, “I'll be there when your reality drowns…” she serenaded her entranced audience one last time, dropping back into the chair, as the music drew to an end and the lights began to fade.
The heavy velvet drapes slid closed, and the curtains of one of the smaller stages opened up revealing a flamboyantly dressed, dark skinned man. One wouldn't describe him as handsome, though he was very attractive, but he would more accurately be called pretty. His ensemble looked rather similar to something you'd imagine a ringmaster would wear, but bolder, brighter, and much more colorful. "Welcome Gents and Dolls, welcome one and all, to the one and the only SpellBound Lounge" he called out, his voice carrying without need of a microphone, a sign that he had been professionally trained in the art of stagecraft.
"Another round of applause for the lovely, luscious and talented Hayden Willows. She's a hard act for anyone to follow, but you know we always bring the goods, so hold onto your seats it's gonna be one helluva show!" Charm practically oozed from the man's pores, his energy infectious, and the gathered crowd was eating out of the palm of his hand. At the very end he gestured back towards the mainstage, the curtain opening once more as the music came back to life. A group of scantily clad young women took to dancing suggestively in perfect unison with one another to a raucous cry of approval from the audience.
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