03-14-2014, 07:45 AM
Yulian turned back for an instant before the beautiful performance began. The entrepreneur‘s face stained with liver spots creased with a soft smile and nothing more. It was not long before Damien understood that look.
From his reline he viewed the entrancing spectacle. The shimmering droplets of water did not hold his gaze nor the mystery that stood behind. Damien closed his eyes and drank in the light with a faint smile. The magnetic tones; the heavenly soprano with the infusion of a more candid heat provoked a far more potent desire than the veil of secrecy could conjure.
The melody peaked and soared before fading into a dissolute absence filled by the raucous applause of the audience. It was a long moment before he opened his eyes and stood with Yulian as he savoured the memory of the voice that promised such passion and beauty.
His judgement did not disappoint as he beheld the jewel that radiated sensual poise. He had not neglected the company of women during his two months in Moscow. Indeed, he had gained no few admirers himself who had satiated his long-denied desires from his time in San Quentin. Yet this woman – the crowning glory of glamour and splendour – drew his gaze like no other.
“That is Spectra Lin,”
Yulian said as the woman made her way through an adoring crowd.
“Should I know the name?”
Yulian’s laugh was genuine. “Spectra is the envy of every woman and the dream of every man in the Custody, perhaps the world. It seems you have a lot to learn of the world yet, Damien.”
“So it seems,”
he replied in a distracted tone. The pulse of light infused him and magnified the approaching woman. He felt as if he could discern the slightest movement, affectation or expression that lit her face. Suffice it to say, Damien’s curiosity was piqued.
He maintained what he thought was a respectful distance as she approached and greeted Yulian. Another round of applause erupted, but Damien’s eyes were focused solely on Spectra Lin.
Such a curious specimen of beauty and sensuality, so commanding a presence which she took full advantage of, even revelled in it.
Yulian turned to him with an outstretched hand which shook slightly. “Damien, I would like you to meet my good friend Miss Spectra Lin. Please, introduce yourself,”
and to Spectra. “Damien has produced quite a stir among the honoured of Moscow, I am quite sure it is a name we will hear in the future.”
Damien approached, his hair obscuring his face and secure smile as he sketched a standing bow and took Spectra’s hand in his own. His movements were modest but his gaze radiated his commanding presence. Not threatening, merely steady and assured without pretence and vanity. “Yulian’s boast was not idle. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lin.”
Edited by Damien, Mar 14 2014, 07:45 AM.
From his reline he viewed the entrancing spectacle. The shimmering droplets of water did not hold his gaze nor the mystery that stood behind. Damien closed his eyes and drank in the light with a faint smile. The magnetic tones; the heavenly soprano with the infusion of a more candid heat provoked a far more potent desire than the veil of secrecy could conjure.
The melody peaked and soared before fading into a dissolute absence filled by the raucous applause of the audience. It was a long moment before he opened his eyes and stood with Yulian as he savoured the memory of the voice that promised such passion and beauty.
His judgement did not disappoint as he beheld the jewel that radiated sensual poise. He had not neglected the company of women during his two months in Moscow. Indeed, he had gained no few admirers himself who had satiated his long-denied desires from his time in San Quentin. Yet this woman – the crowning glory of glamour and splendour – drew his gaze like no other.
“That is Spectra Lin,”
Yulian said as the woman made her way through an adoring crowd.
“Should I know the name?”
Yulian’s laugh was genuine. “Spectra is the envy of every woman and the dream of every man in the Custody, perhaps the world. It seems you have a lot to learn of the world yet, Damien.”
“So it seems,”
he replied in a distracted tone. The pulse of light infused him and magnified the approaching woman. He felt as if he could discern the slightest movement, affectation or expression that lit her face. Suffice it to say, Damien’s curiosity was piqued.
He maintained what he thought was a respectful distance as she approached and greeted Yulian. Another round of applause erupted, but Damien’s eyes were focused solely on Spectra Lin.
Such a curious specimen of beauty and sensuality, so commanding a presence which she took full advantage of, even revelled in it.
Yulian turned to him with an outstretched hand which shook slightly. “Damien, I would like you to meet my good friend Miss Spectra Lin. Please, introduce yourself,”
and to Spectra. “Damien has produced quite a stir among the honoured of Moscow, I am quite sure it is a name we will hear in the future.”
Damien approached, his hair obscuring his face and secure smile as he sketched a standing bow and took Spectra’s hand in his own. His movements were modest but his gaze radiated his commanding presence. Not threatening, merely steady and assured without pretence and vanity. “Yulian’s boast was not idle. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lin.”
Edited by Damien, Mar 14 2014, 07:45 AM.