She wanted to be a star. To be like the stars on those warm summer nights. To actually be on that dark stage, feel the spotlight, feel the sounds, and to feel that taste that was so addicting. That's all she wanted. Amelia let out a smirk as her name was sounded. The music ran threw her as well as the whiskey.
Stepping out she let that iconic sugary grin greet hungry eyes. The whole crowd watched, staring as she worked her strut. In the middle was the pole. It was cold and harsh as she let her tongue run languidly up. Few spins, few twists and the whole crowd were silent. That sugary grin grew larger. Amelia let out a small laugh and a turn. Removing her self, she strutted towards the front. Then she spotted him.
Green eyes crashed into blue and her breath was taken away. The man was flushed, watching her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He drew her forwards, before they knew it were only centimetres away, Amelia grabbing his tie to pull him closer. With all those hungry eyes on her, she smiled just for him. He smiled back, eyes hazy yet they seemed so sharp. Amelia stayed still, letting his breath gloss over her lips.
"Your name?" The sound was husky, English and oh so low and she felt that familiar thrill up her spine.
"Amelia. Yours?
"Arthur"
Moments passed, then with that she grinned, throwing Arthur away from her. All the time loving that baffled outraged expression on his face. Letting out a wink, she saunters back to the stage and the spotlight. She could still feel those green eyes burning into her.