Before entering the dungeon, she checked herself in the mirror room. Her hair was in the blackest of black; her nails painted in the same colour. She ran her fingers through her skin. The skimpy red dress accentuated her breasts and hips, leaving little to the imagination. Her luscious lips stood out in an inviting shade of rum.
She licked her lips and stepped in. Tonight is the night she has been waiting to experience all her life.
A rush of adrenaline enveloped her being as soon as she heard the beats. She started swaying her body from left to right while walking in the middle of guys whose eyes were glued to her. She felt power over these lowly species. She blurted a flirtatious laugh. They touched and kissed her everywhere but she didn’t mind because for once in her life, she felt seductive…attractive. No, she felt dirty and sexy.
It was not long before she went up the pole and started performing. Who knew she had such sensual moves? She surely didn’t. Men across the room hissed and sent dirty signals to the stage. Getting encouragement from the club’s patrons and discovering her hidden talent made her dancing erotic.
She was loud and daring, drinking and swearing, partying and enjoying.
She preferred the ambience of the strip clubs to the serene mood of the abbeys. She liked the attention of eyes from strangers better than the listening ears of the aristocrats.They would never know why she chose to go out tonight. They would never understand how a good girl decided to go bad.
Tonight she behaved as if the world is going to end the next day.
For tomorrow is a different story.
Tomorrow, her hair’s going to be blonde again. She will remove her make-up and nail polish; come out of her stripper clothes then pour turpentine all over them. Come morning, the memories of one night in hell is going to perish. When the dawn breaks, she‘ll watch all her things burn. Burn.
* story submitted and posted at Yeah Writers!