by Twisted Eternal Wolvetta
Dark Rouge
Shizuru Viola was keenly aware of what she was. Many predecessors would've crumbled if they discovered such a thing within themselves. But not her.
Surrounded by a blanketing of luminous lights, she floated onto the stage. Its scent was musty, and dank; the complete opposite of what the bar was. In particular, this bar was a five star in the middle of the Aries Republic.
Though she had long become accustomed to the crowds, not once had she bat an eyelid. Many of these men- even women, had flocked for miles to see her. It wasn't the expensive, fashionable, and traditional bar they were interested in. Solely, it was her.
She knew this, and she relished it.
Upon her slender body flowed silk crimson. The gorgeous fabric covered her form in an almost teasing notion. Supple skin was hidden from prying eyes, guarding it almost halfheartedly.
"My name, does anybody know it?" She murmured into the silver microphone. Rouge eyes glittered in amusement, watching her secluded audience. They each kept to their own group's table before her. For some at the far back, it was difficult to spot their expression in the darkness.
But no matter.
"S-Shizuru." A small voice stuttered. It drifted in from the front, catching the brunette's attention. "Viola." A somewhat small hand lowered, the redhead stiffening from the woman's eye contact.
Within this shady bar, the young adult and Shizuru stared. Upon another brief moment, the brunette's red lips twitched. "And your name…?" Shizuru lured, taking the microphone from its stand. She held it alike to a wine glass, deftly dodging the thick wire.
"T-Tokiha… Mai." The stares Mai received were absolutely suffocating. On all sides the stares burned almost alike to a garotte. She would do anything to escape this torment.
Studying the vermilion-redhead, Shizuru's head subtly tilted. The woman was indeed well into her early twenties. This much was evident by her physical stature.
"Tell me." She spoke, keeping Mai's violet eyes fixated upon her alone. Already she had captured this poor girl like a moth to a flame. "What made you come?" She asked, eyebrows smoothly lifting upon Mai's reaction.
Skin flushed in response to her chosen words and tone. She was in trouble, wasn't she?
Just an experiment for Shizuru's personality. I was trying things out to see what I could do here. It didn't really turn into anything, but it might be useful in future stories.