10-11-2016, 10:18 AM
Conversation was not their strong suit - blowing things up was far more fun. Nox ordered a second beer when the waitress stopped by. He'd have the second, watch the current show then leave. He could be blowing things up or doing much more fun things with Elyse instead of sitting her watching girls sell sex. Not that he minded watching them.
The last show ended with a blackening of the stage as Nox leaned back against the bench cushion and stretched free arm across the back of it sipping his beer with the other and settled in to watch the next show. Music started softly and a melodic voice started singing. Nox wasn't much of a connoisseur of music his tastes tended towards anything he could dance to be that ballet or dance club music didn't matter. But her voice rang through the captivated audience and nearly every eye was on her before the lights ever lit her body.
The costume she was was that of a Parisan. Nox didn't understand a word of what she sang she was singing in French, the outfit matching perfectly. The image of an Eiffel tower displayed on the backdrop she belted out her song from. She wasn't a stick figure of a girl, she had generous curves in all the right places and the outfit suited her. The black pants clung to her body leaving little to the imagination. The black and white stripped sweater was the same underneath a pair of suspenders. A red rose was pinned to her left breast. Her black high heels and a red beret completed the ensemble.
She moved with the grace of a cat as her voice spilled out the lyrics. She hid behind the hat before tossing it behind her. There was laughter in the audience presumably from those who understood the lyrics. Nox only watched in fascination as she pranced around the stage. He watched her in a way he'd watched his mother dance. Understanding the underlying movements - revealing in the strength she displayed as she preformed on five inch high heels moves that would be engaging on flats.
The music and the show swept Nox away. He forgot about the shitty days he'd been having. He got lost in the moment. A nice break from the mundane things of life.
The last show ended with a blackening of the stage as Nox leaned back against the bench cushion and stretched free arm across the back of it sipping his beer with the other and settled in to watch the next show. Music started softly and a melodic voice started singing. Nox wasn't much of a connoisseur of music his tastes tended towards anything he could dance to be that ballet or dance club music didn't matter. But her voice rang through the captivated audience and nearly every eye was on her before the lights ever lit her body.
The costume she was was that of a Parisan. Nox didn't understand a word of what she sang she was singing in French, the outfit matching perfectly. The image of an Eiffel tower displayed on the backdrop she belted out her song from. She wasn't a stick figure of a girl, she had generous curves in all the right places and the outfit suited her. The black pants clung to her body leaving little to the imagination. The black and white stripped sweater was the same underneath a pair of suspenders. A red rose was pinned to her left breast. Her black high heels and a red beret completed the ensemble.
She moved with the grace of a cat as her voice spilled out the lyrics. She hid behind the hat before tossing it behind her. There was laughter in the audience presumably from those who understood the lyrics. Nox only watched in fascination as she pranced around the stage. He watched her in a way he'd watched his mother dance. Understanding the underlying movements - revealing in the strength she displayed as she preformed on five inch high heels moves that would be engaging on flats.
The music and the show swept Nox away. He forgot about the shitty days he'd been having. He got lost in the moment. A nice break from the mundane things of life.
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