Who: Fetish and OPEN --Rave Where: Outside Decadence/wherever When: Late, late tuesday night. Warnings: TBD at least language.
Tuesday. It had been a fucking amazing day. Microdermal done, the spark of ruby fire at her chest made her smile every time she caught a glimpse of it, the faint burn when she breathed too deeply a reminder of the pain and for a masochist, even that was sweet. Everything, everything seemed to be on the upswing. A single moment of pain and clarity can turn her world around.
She'd had to go back to work though, tuesday was seminar night afterall. There was no help for it, she couldn't saddle Andre with it yet again. The boy was amazing, somehow he just accepted her for what she was and those she spoke with too. He'd had his suspicions for a while that something was different. So even that bit of concern had been washed away on a tide of relief.
The only note of darkness within her bright and bloodstained night was the speaker. She had brought him in for his knowledge of heavy play, restraints, shibari. That he was attracted to her didn't bother her a bit, she is Fetish afterall, what bothered her were the not so safe thoughts dancing through his head in regards to her. Just fantasies though, if he acted in good stead, thoughts were his own. She didn't pry, but she didn't agree to go out with him when he asked either.
Fizzing, on a cloud, a bubble of energy, pain, blood and relief she slipped out of the club well after closing. Rather than crossing the street to her apartment though, the leather and silk clad Goddess decided to go for a bit of a walk, her heels clicking on the sidewalk, the chain of her leash wrapped around her tiny waist and clipped back to her collar, jingling in time to her movements. Music in her motions, playing her song.