A/N – I got sloppy last chapter and forgot to mention a bunch of things. First off, the disclaimer. I don't own any of these characters. The self- made characters, as stated before are modeled after my friends. Names and all (besides Katrina, I changed the name for that one) Second off, I must credit Toby (Toby Russel) for the name. While I still question what it has to do with the story, she says it sounds nice. Here is the second chapter.

~~~~It's a story about love~~~~

"Hello." She danced her way up to him, and lifted her long skirt up a bit, in hopes of getting some extra money. Ever since she had moved there, she seemed to be short on cash. "My name is Katrina. You may call me Kitty." Her words faded into a purr as she clawed her nails up her exposed thigh. God, did she hate having men stare at her. Especially when they were as drunk as he was. But money was money, no matter how appalling the customer.

She thought for a moment, about what she had become. A can-can dancer at the Moulin Rouge. A Creature of the Underworld. Was that what she wanted? To be one of the diamond dogs? Of course it wasn't. She wanted to get away from the village of sin. She wanted to travel the world. That was all she had hoped for when she moved out, a year ago. And she did travel, all the way from her home in Ireland to England. Then, from there, to Paris, where she had gotten stuck. Not quite "stuck", but she loved it in Paris so much. The beauty, the freedom, the nightlife, the excitement. She wanted to stay right there in Paris for the rest of her life. But life in Montmartre was easier said then done. She had fallen victim to the Bohemian Revolution, along with many that traveled to Paris.

"What is your name?" She concluded, trying to seduce him for all the money he had.

"T…Toulouse." He stammered back to her. Perhaps it was just the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but he had forgotten his full name for the likes of her beauty. And beautiful she was, much too beautiful to be a diamond dog. She didn't belong there in some sense. Kitty was much more beautiful then Nini, who Toulouse noticed dancing in the near distance. Not too much of an accomplishment, he thought to himself with a laugh. But before Katrina could continue, the room was silent as the focus of the entire room went to the very center of the eccentric dance floor where Satine was being lowered for her daily spotlight. It was a known fact that every dancer was jealous of Satine. Especially this one dancer, Katrina had noticed frequently.

A/N – Its kind of boring so far, eh? Well, I promise it will get better. I just thought it would be better if you got to know all of the characters before the real story begins. And I plan on this being one great story eventually. So keep reading!! Next chapter – Introducing, Toby!