Stacey and Open
Stacey had expected tonight to be fun, a fun night with the demon again; she'd been looking forward to it. It was with that in mind that she'd shimmied out of the costume she wore and headed back to her home after the show, still dripping wet and hair wild.
She had waited, and waited, and waited some more, but he hadn't showed. Perhaps he wasn't interested after all, but he'd never been one to pull back words. He would have said as much if that was the case.
She slipped out of her trailer nude and unabashedly walked towards his trailer, deciding to take the long way round by the lagoon. She loved that place, it was were she felt most comfortable, but something was amiss. There was a crowd gathered and it made her pause. That wasn't right, there was no show.
Canting her head to one side, she drifted towards the crowd, pushed her way through the gathered bodies and then paused at the sight.
"What the fuck?" Someone had sullied her home, and the siren was none to pleased at it.