Re: Second Floor; Dance Floor
"The air is not free, and neither is beauty," she said, more certainty in those words than in anything else she'd said that evening. "Nothing is free in this life. Everything comes with a price, and the only question is whether you're be willing to pay it," she said, backing up as she spoke, putting a few steps between them and expecting the dancers to part for her, as was her right. "What are you willing to pay for what you want?" she asked, her eyes nowhere near as innocent as the virginal white she wore. "Would you die for it? My beloved would, and I would die for it as well." The words went beyond the costume, well past the wings and the bare feet and the young girl's smile.
Behind her, her foot bumped the lower stair steps, and she looked up and over her shoulder.