The girl that leaped through space
Leaving fun and chaos in all her wake.
Reduced to a life of servitude and duty.
Tonight was her night to salvage in her beauty
Live a little.
Dance a little.
..Sheβs young a little
Lilβ Snake with an open heart and fleeting body
Cast your stones here to engage in some juvenile fun.
The night has only begun.
Run. Jump. Skip. Stomp. LEAP!
Like pebbles skipped across a pond, ripple nβ ricochet, she ran through gateway after gateway. Into another club, out of a another pub, fun in all her wake. A little trouble maker she was, but she enjoyed this time. She enjoyed this night.
Fun didnβt come often for her and very rarely did she enjoy herself. When she did find time, she dabbled into a little havoc of her own across many planes of existence. Unknowingly, she had left her friends behind. Theyβll be alright, so she thought. Tonight, I am Cinderella.
Eventually, she tumbled out of a portal and onto a busy nβ dangerous street. She stood to her feet dusting herself off and admired the city. It had a certain jβen ai sais quoi about it. A certain danger and grit she wasnβt allowed to be around, it was alluring. I think Iβll stay, she contemplated.
β Excuse me madam, you mind telling me where I am? β
She addressed a sketchy woman on the street, βNew Reagal, Euphoria district.β
The information was useless to her, but it wouldnβt stop her from enjoying her night. Unknown territory equals new fun.
β Mmm...thank you, Madam.β
Excited anyways, she proceeded down the busy street pulling a cloak over her head to hide her identity. She stumbled upon a nightclub called The Kinky Kraken and it seemed promising.
Go inside..
Go insideβ¦
Feeling compelled, she didnβt have a choice in the matter. Tonight was a night she acted upon impulses.
She cut the line, she didnβt care for the feelings of others, especially as they cursed her name as she proceeded to take lead. βID?β She quickly flashed it, her credentials seemed legit. βYou may go in.β She smiled and entered the building.
Not saying a word, she removed the cloak from her head and slowly removed the cloak allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor.
Her outfit was very risque and exposing: A wine one-piece gown tinged in red; backless, extreme spaghetti strapped gown that chiseled down just above her navel, and mermaid bell bottoms that flared beautifully.
Confident, she glides past the crowds with ease gazing at the individuals she passed by. She made her way to the bar and kindly asked, βStrawberry Mojito, please.β The bartender quickly made her a drink and she chugged it down with ease.
βWhat to do what to doβ¦β
She grinned.