The lights danced and spun in a blur of colors:
reds, greens, blues, and glittering golds, twirling around and around the wooden window frames and doors. The spectacular of the Moulin Rouge even out-shined the stars, which were dotted cleanly throughout the evening sky.
A small girl clad in fine, but very old and worn clothing, and carrying a wool carpetbag, was illuminated like a silver statue by the pouring light from the building before her.
Blaring noise and music filled her ears from inside. A heart-stopping fear flooded through the girls body, as she made her way to the door, ready to open up into a knew way of life.
What she didn't know, was that a twenty~four year old showgirl with long, flowing hair that blended with the night sky was peering around a corner at this curious child that looked to be a wealthy aristocrat's daughter.
"Wait!" the experienced courtesan shouted into the night. The young girl looked startled and her face quickly drained of colour.
A dog barked in the distance.
The tall, dark haired woman before the 14 year old girl cat-walked over to her, dressed in a black corset, black lace skirt that swished around her knees, fishnet stockings, and high, black boots.
The small girl shivered.
' are you all right my dear?' The courtesan asked in a kindly voice.
The girls face, illuminated in white from the moon, nodded vigorously.
"I think so' she answered
" you will need to be getting home to your parents, dear, they will worry about you at this time of night, and the Moulin Rouge is not a place for a young girl like you."
The child turned away to stare at the pavement.
" my parents are dead' she said simply. Though her father was still alive, he had been dead a long time to her. "I want to be a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge."
The showgirl was taken aback, intrigued by the child's simple story. She did not know what to say. The girl was pure and nieve. She didn't know, she just didn't know the expenses of being a courtesan, or what it would be like, what she'd be forced to do for money…
"I'm Claira' The older courtesan said softly.
The silence that followed was endless. The sounds of the Moulin Rouge echoed into the black night.
"and your name is?' The courtesan asked finally
"Anna Marie Saint' came the reply, proper and crisp
'no…' Claira whispered slowly.
"now it is Satine, the title of a showgirl, courtesan, and dancer"
Claira took her hand and led the girl to a secret back door at the side of the club, far away from the glamorous glitter of a night club.
Satine followed, making a deep hollow sound against the paved street with her shoes, and thinking of just how unfitting the name would be.
reds, greens, blues, and glittering golds, twirling around and around the wooden window frames and doors. The spectacular of the Moulin Rouge even out-shined the stars, which were dotted cleanly throughout the evening sky.
A small girl clad in fine, but very old and worn clothing, and carrying a wool carpetbag, was illuminated like a silver statue by the pouring light from the building before her.
Blaring noise and music filled her ears from inside. A heart-stopping fear flooded through the girls body, as she made her way to the door, ready to open up into a knew way of life.
What she didn't know, was that a twenty~four year old showgirl with long, flowing hair that blended with the night sky was peering around a corner at this curious child that looked to be a wealthy aristocrat's daughter.
"Wait!" the experienced courtesan shouted into the night. The young girl looked startled and her face quickly drained of colour.
A dog barked in the distance.
The tall, dark haired woman before the 14 year old girl cat-walked over to her, dressed in a black corset, black lace skirt that swished around her knees, fishnet stockings, and high, black boots.
The small girl shivered.
' are you all right my dear?' The courtesan asked in a kindly voice.
The girls face, illuminated in white from the moon, nodded vigorously.
"I think so' she answered
" you will need to be getting home to your parents, dear, they will worry about you at this time of night, and the Moulin Rouge is not a place for a young girl like you."
The child turned away to stare at the pavement.
" my parents are dead' she said simply. Though her father was still alive, he had been dead a long time to her. "I want to be a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge."
The showgirl was taken aback, intrigued by the child's simple story. She did not know what to say. The girl was pure and nieve. She didn't know, she just didn't know the expenses of being a courtesan, or what it would be like, what she'd be forced to do for money…
"I'm Claira' The older courtesan said softly.
The silence that followed was endless. The sounds of the Moulin Rouge echoed into the black night.
"and your name is?' The courtesan asked finally
"Anna Marie Saint' came the reply, proper and crisp
'no…' Claira whispered slowly.
"now it is Satine, the title of a showgirl, courtesan, and dancer"
Claira took her hand and led the girl to a secret back door at the side of the club, far away from the glamorous glitter of a night club.
Satine followed, making a deep hollow sound against the paved street with her shoes, and thinking of just how unfitting the name would be.