thatcannibalchild:

First night of Barto in the PlayHouse. [/enter Monet on the stage]

[[ ♦ ]] —— It took only a second and it was even before he actually saw her face. From her silhouette on the stage, framed by large wings, Bartolomeo had already known that she was going to be a stunner, if the applause that preceded the performance was a hint to anything.

She wasn’t a drug but she could have been. Danger followed her curves and the well practiced tilt of her lips, just drawing money straight out of pockets, but he couldn’t do it. He was stunned still and left staring. Wanting. It was daunting but if he were perfectly honest, he was more than content with watching from afar.

There would be plenty of opportunities ahead to become acquainted with that exotic woman.