Sorry this took an eternity plus a few. But I think I might actually be updating regularly. I'm destressing myself in the destress class. hehehe and it's getting me back into my zone.

So, here you go. Enjoy Enjoy.


Half a year later, Rory still hadn't spent more than an hour exploring the Moulin Rouge. Tristan, Satine, and even Harold, didn't want her to witness the scandal behind the golden doors and red curtains.

But Harold was tired of his dance hall, and his dancers. He wanted more. He wanted a theater. But to get a theater, he needed money. And the fastest way to get that money was to sell the prettiest, most unattainable girl.

Lorelei Leigh Gilmore.

He hadn't told anyone of his schemes yet, but he had found possible investors in many visitors of the Moulin Rouge. A rowdy group of rich young men had come to the Moulin Rouge for a holiday, and Zidler planned on monopolizing one of their large bank accounts. He knew it would be easy enough, all he had to do was introduce the men to the beautiful girl, and wait for the highest bidder.

He was currently looking over the five men with a smooth smile, his grey eyes glimmering. There was such potential in them, he couldn't help but be giddy. Zidler was specifically focused on a blonde man of medium height, who was laughing and smirking with his friends. Zidler had a feeling that this man was the answer.

Laughing jovially, he then said, "My dear visitors, let me introduce you to the two most important girls in my family."

As if they were programmed, they all smirked in unison. Zidler resisted the urge to shake his head, then turned and lead the boys towards the elephant, just as he had to Rory, only six months ago.

Taking them up the spiraling red staircase, he gently pushed open the golden door and showed the boys inside. Satine, Rory, and Tristan who were playing a game of cards on the floor, looked up simultaneously with big smiles on their faces.

Satine and Tristan immediately rose from their spots, walking forward to greet the men, while Rory sat on the floor, her eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"Harold, darling, who are your charming guests?" Satine asked, her voice lowering seductively as she subtly eyed the men standing in the doorway.

"Poppet, these are some investors. For your show," he proclaimed with a grin, wrapping his arm around the red-headed woman.

"Rory, Tristan, Satine," he paused, waving at each person in turn, "I'd like you to meet Logan Huntzburger, Finn Morgan, Colin McCrea, Robert Heinz, and Seth Parker."

The men all nodded in recognition, while Tristan grimaced. He knew exactly what Zidler was up to and he didn't like it one bit. He immediately noticed that the blonde man who stood in the front of the pack hadn't taken his eyes off of Rory since the second he saw her.

Walking quickly over to Rory, he helped her up, then wrapped his arm around her waist. It was a common thing for the pair to be touching, even though Satine was the only one who knew they were in love, everyone else just assumed they had formed a brother-sister relationship. So to Zidler, Tristan was just acting out of instinct, but Tristan knew that with the scowl on his face, the men would know that Rory was off limits.

Zidler smiled warmly, backing up to let the men in more, "These are my two most favorite girls, Rory and Satine. Lovely things aren't they?" he added, pinching Satine's cheek lightly as she giggled.

Rory blushed deeply, not used to Zidler's 'advertising', while Tristan rolled his eyes. He absolutely despised when his sister acted like this.

"Where are you from?" Satine asked, her fingers tracing small circles on the tall man's lap from where she sat beside him.

He smirked down at her, one eyebrow cocked, "Australia, originally, Love. But we're from The States."

Zidler nodded vigorously, "They came to visit, but then I told them about our plans. They are all very interested."

Tristan shifted quickly, pulling Rory over to the red couch and sitting down with her. Squeezing her waist tightly, he resisted the urge to lunge at Zidler's head. 'Couldn't he see that Rory shouldn't be touched. That her beauty was something that should stay untainted?' he thought to himself.

The blonde man, Huntzburger, finally spoke up, "What are we to gain from this?" he asked, his eyes still on Rory.

Zidler grinned, leaping up from his seat, "If you'll follow me to my office gentlemen, I'll work out the arrangements."

The men all rose quickly and silently, Satine still clinging to the Australian's arm. Tristan stood as well, shaking hands with them as they left the room.

The blonde boy was the last to leave the room and as Tristan offered his hand, their eyes connected. The testosterone was nearly palpable between the two, and it was obvious that they were both trying to crush the others hand.

"Welcome to the Moulin Rouge, Mr. Huntzburger," Tristan growled out, his blue eyes darkening.

The man smirked back at him, "Good to be here," he spat.

Pulling his hand away, he then turned to Rory and winked, "A pleasure, Rory," his tone much sweeter.

Rory's cheeks flushed lightly and she turned away as the man left the room. Tristan slammed the door behind him, stomping back into the room.

"Tristan…" Rory muttered, running up to him quickly and wrapping herself around him, "What's going on? Why are you so mad?"

Tristan sighed, his arms coming around Rory's back, his face burying itself in her brown curling locks. "I don't like how they looked at you, Rory. They need to know that you're mine," he murmured into her ear quietly, cradling her head to his chest.

"Tris, you have nothing to worry about. I love you. Zidler can't change that, and he can't make me go with them," she whispered, kissing the exposed skin on his chest lightly.

Sighing, he pulled her gently away so he could look into her eyes, "It doesn't work that way, Rore. You work for him; he needs you to do what he says. That's what the Moulin Rouge is."

Eyebrows coming together in confusion, just as Tristan had learned to expect from her, and she started gnawing on her lip, "But…I don't want to go with him. I don't know who he is!"

"I'm sorry, baby. It won't matter to him. He needs his theater…if you want to keep living here you'll have to do what he asks."

Rory frowned deeply, her eyes welling up with tears, "B…bu…but I don't love him Tristan!" she wailed, throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest, "Don't do this to me…"

Tristan sighed, cradling her even closer to him, if possible, and buried his face into her hair, "Baby, please don't be like this," he paused, inhaling her scent, "Please don't…just do what Harold says for now, we'll figure something out," he paused again, taking a deep breath, "I promise."

Pulling slightly away, her glazed blue eyes looked straight into Tristan's, "You promise?" she stuttered, putting full faith into Tristan's every word.

Tristan gave a half-hearted smile, knowing that she was his, no matter what Zidler said, "I promise," he reiterated, placing a delicate kiss on the top of her head.


"Okay, I know this is going to be weird for you Poppet, but you're just going to have to handle it as well as you can, alright?" Zidler asked, tightly pulling the laces on the teen's dark blue dress.

Rory nodded slowly, turning around so he could look her over, "Tristan will be there, right?"

Zidler chuckled, "You're big brother won't always be there for you, Rory. Tonight you're going to go to dinner with Logan alone."

Rory solemnly accepted her task, trying to remember everything Tristan had told her previously about how she was to behave while dining when Zidler asked her to do something. Tristan's soft, smooth, mellow voice rang through her head, "However bad it may seem, it'll all get better. I'll be waiting for you when the night is through. Just swallow your fear and do your job."

Rory smiled softly at the chubby man, watching him as he left the room, then turned around and took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She did have to admit she looked beautiful.

For the entire fifteen years of her life she felt like an awkward ugly duckling. Even when Tristan repeatedly informed her of how gorgeous and beautiful she was, she blushed and brushed his compliments off. But for the first time, she felt absolutely stunning.

Satine had brought Marie, an old woman who always helped with make up and costumes, to the elephant and set her to work. By the time she was finished, Rory's silky hair was pinned up elegantly on the top of her head with a few curly tendrils dripping down to frame her face, she was wearing just a subtly amount of shimmering powder, and more diamonds than her mother had ever let her near in her entire life. What really made her gorgeous, though, was the dress. The dark blue sparkling silk gown clung to the few curves Rory had, making her look much more womanly. The cut classily dropped down her chest, revealing the most chest Rory had ever shown, and the bodice underneath pushed her cleavage up, making it even more sexy.

Rory had never felt like a woman until this moment, but now she felt like she deserved to be loved. The only thing that really disappointed her was that Tristan wasn't going to see her like this. Only Logan was.

She was brought out of her thoughts by a soft knocking on the golden door behind her. Sighing softly, Rory closed her eyes and composed herself for a moment before turning around and opening the door to a grinning Logan Huntzburger.

There was no denying that Logan was an attractive man. Rory already admitted to herself that he was tied with Tristan in the looks department. But Tristan had a strong, confident air about him that came from a life of hardship and hard work. Logan, on the other hand had a cocky, confident air that came from having everything placed in your hands, and knowing it.

The difference was obvious.

"Hello, Rory," Logan said softly, interrupting her thoughts once again, "You look so beautiful tonight."

Rory blushed dark red, smiling at him, "Thank you, Mr. Huntzburger. How are you?" she whispered shyly.

"Call me Logan," he smirked, "Tonight's seems to be heading in the perfect direction, now that you ask."

Rory's eyebrows came together in slight confusion, but she smiled up at him anyway, then stepped out of the door. Logan's arm came around her shoulder, and he began leading her down the steps of the elephant.

"Zidler tells me that there is a dinner prepared in the gothic tower for us," Logan said, breaking the silence that was between them.

"Really?!" she asked, "He never mentioned anything about that to me. I've never been there yet."

The blonde man chuckled at her as she began to mutter to herself, "How long have you lived here?"

Rory looked up at him, her bright blue eyes sparkling, "Just about six months, why?"

Logan shrugged, shaking his head, "Just curious. And Zidler said that you're only fifteen?"

"Mmhmm. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in about a month." he answered with a small smile. Pausing for a second, he asked, "What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Taking a moment to think, she gnawed lightly on her lower lip, "Read, mostly. I like spending time with Tristan too. And Satine."

Logan smiled down at her while gritting his teeth. He didn't like the fact that the girl he planned on spending the duration of his trip with was so attached to another man. It was absolutely not right in any way, shape, or form.

She was his. The beautiful girl with the bright blue eyes was completely and irrevocably Logan Huntzburger's. He signed the contract in Zidler's office binding her to him, and if he didn't want her near Tristan, then she wouldn't be. Because he could do that. And he would.

But first, he was planning on enjoying dinner with a beautiful girl.


Pacing back in forth in his room seemed to be the only thing Tristan could think of doing. He was furious. He was even more than furious. Tristan was completely livid. He couldn't think of anything other than the fact that the love of his life was out enjoying dinner in the Gothic Tower, with a man who had all the intentions of using her when the opportunity arose.

The only thing that kept Tristan from storming up the tower, stealing the girl from the other man's arms, and running away forever is the fact that Zidler made it very clear that if Rory's innocence was taken before Zidler's consent, the men would loose millions of dollars. Satine reassured him that it was stated as such in a very binding contract that all five men signed.

But during this moment, Tristan was about to kill himself in frustration. The man honestly couldn't think. He had been to and from the Moulin Rouge three times now, trying to find something to do with himself, but ended up growling in anger anytime anyone approached him with a menial task.

Satine had also tried to calm him down, but Tristan was inconsolable. She had quickly given up on trying to take his mind off of it, rolling her eyes and stomping out of her yellow apartment quickly to find Finn, who she had become quite friendly with. Tristan didn't even feel a hint of remorse in upsetting his sister either, he barely even noticed her presence as he brooded at the window.

Rory was supposed to be finished hours ago. He had watched them leave together at 5:03 exactly, and was already nearly 11:00. She was supposed to be finished by 9:30, so she would be in by 10, so she could avoid the ruckus of the nightly festivities of the Moulin Rouge. Those were the rules Zidler had set for the dinner.

They were to be strictly abided to.

Tristan just didn't know what to do with himself.


Laughing at a joke he just told, Rory grinned brightly at Logan as he lead her through the gates of the Moulin Rouge. It was nearly midnight, and she was just coming home from a wonderful night. Rory honestly couldn't imagine having a more fun time, with the exception of any moment she spent with Tristan.

She was pleasantly surprised with how humorous and charming Logan was. The way Tristan talked, she expected to be manhandled the entire night, then to be slobbered all over as she left to go into her home. Logan was anything but that.

While conversation was awkward in the beginning, it loosened up as soon as they were served their meals. By the time the main course rolled around, they were laughing and joking like old friends. Rory was almost sad that her night was over.

She turned softly, smiling up at Logan, "I had a really nice time tonight, Logan."

He grinned, "I could say the exact same thing."

Blushing, Rory averted her eyes, then turned to open the golden door to the elephant.

"Wait," she heard Logan say.

Turning around again, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she looked up at him, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine…just…" he paused, then smiled, then leaned down and gently kissed her on the cheek, "You're so beautiful, Rory. I can't wait to do this again."

And with that he walked down the steps of the elephant and straight into the revelry of the Moulin Rouge.

Rory was still blushing, a hand on her cheek as she stepped inside the elephant and leaned against the door with a happy sigh.

"Have a nice time?" a voice growled angrily from the shadows.

Rory gasped, "Tristan?"


Sorry to leave you hanging, but I just couldn't resist. So there are a couple super long run-ons in there. Which is the flip side of fun. But aw well.

I'm not sure if I want to make this a Trory or a Sophie, cause I could work it either way. Meh. I guess it depends how I'm feeling at the end of the day.

So yes. Reviews are way super cool. And they get me to write way faster. So you should all review because it's very nice and lovely and it makes me feel very shiny.

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