cash comes quick when looks can kill, Who: Eden & Adrien What: A very naked awkward encounter When: September 18, 11PM Where: Anya Lee’s Den of Debauchery Extra Notes: Mature audiences, parental advisory
Finishing the final touches of her makeup, Eden rounded each lid with a dramatic cat eye. The bold look made her green eyes shine like emeralds, painting full lips in a dark red tint served to tease and entice. Her youth had miraculously vanished. Eden worshipped the makeup that concealed her innocence behind something darker and more illusive. Her reflection became the woman she wanted to discover and greatly desired to become. And tonight, it was about finding her power as a woman. To use, seduce, and take full advantage of.
It was Eden’s third week in and Anya had decided to promote her to an exotic dancer. Nervous, terrified, and excited, she accepted the offer. It would mean more money - and a better chance at independent survival. Anya seemed like a gambling woman, naturally designed to take risks. Eden was that risk. Compared to the other dancers, she felt like a young girl still in the early stages of puberty. But there was a sensuality to Eden that several of the others lacked. She was mesmerizing to watch, one could easily become lost in the slow, tantalizing way her hips moved in rhythm to the music. Eden had an intense, desirable gleam of arousal in her eyes that begged to be ravaged. Because of it, she was quickly turned into a crowd pleasing favorite. It was no wonder Anya promoted her so fast. But tonight would be her first night alone on stage. Eden’s heart raced as her nerves seemed to commence an all-out war. Suddenly, there was a violent knock at the door.
”Eden! You have two minutes before you’re up. Hurry or we’re cutting your dance!” A woman shouted impatiently from behind the door. Eden stood anxiously, her long fingers fidgeting as she adjusted her pushup bra and shimmied into her short, pleated skirt that rode high, revealing her curvy cheeks that begged to be squeezed. Eden rushed to slip on her stilettos, thankful that it gave her an extra few inches of height. The rest of her, was nothing but milky white skin and thick, dark waves of tousled hair that fell effortlessly below her ribcage. But for the show, she pinned the curtain of hair into a loose bun, exposing her long, graceful neck.
Checking herself one last time, Eden exited her dressing room and hurried down the long corridor that eventually led behind the stage. The curtains swung open as a buxom blonde in a black skintight dress walked passed Eden, a wad of twenties stuffed in her two-by-four cleavage. “Good luck, honey.” She smirked, assessing her gaze on Eden. “Thanks.” She retorted, jaw tightening as she quickly readjusted her own cleavage before the DJ took the mic and grabbed the crowd’s attention. Eden sighed deeply and tried to shake her nerves, turning her back towards the crow as the sound of her name was called onstage and the curtains pulled back.