Fantasy
What was the story? He couldn't quite remember. It was a fairy tale he'd heard long ago as a little boy. Vague images of a stony castle bathed in moonlight, and a dark figure, standing at the tower, eyes smoldering and bright. These thoughts were running through Yuri's mind as he stood in front of a dazzling building. The bright, Broadway style lights almost blinded him. They were an almost nauseating blur of colors. Not unlike some drunkard's fantasy in which faeries and nymphs fed him figs and exquisite wine. A jester jeered and laughed, regaling him with tales of valiant knights slaying dragons and rescuing fair maidens. Yuri was reluctantly dragged into the club by his friend. This was the first night in months that he hadn't seen her right after work. Usually they would go to the park and stare for hours and the starving artists weaving unimaginable stories with chalk, on the drab gray sidewalks. This time, he wasn't with her as the streetlights dimmed and the last residue of the sun lingered and faded away. The inside of the club wasn't far from the fantasy world. The music filled every inch of him, blood pounded in his ears. It was everything that was scorned upon on the surface world. These people seemed to have created their own world. It was a world of everything unchaste, impure, and focusing on pleasuring every nerve ending and sense in the body. It was full of exoticisms that you couldn't imagine even in your wildest dreams. Beautiful feathered men danced with creatures that seemed to be nor human nor animal. There was a crystal lake, gleaming ice, in the center. A dazzling chandelier which seemed to be made of diamonds refracted the light of a thousand stars. There were scantily clad damsels dressed variously in bright fabrics, like goddesses of some delightful world. The whole place smelled euphoric, and you could almost taste the sweat. The bodies were packed so tightly together that you could hardly breathe, and yet, anyone could dance and thrash to their hearts' content. Women in cages on platforms high above the stage danced with pacing lions and tigers. Breathtaking people whose bodies were neither man nor woman, with too much hair spray and glitzy gold body glitter, pranced around offering goblets of sweet ambrosia. And right at the center of the lake of glass was a woman, swaying her hips to a beat that only she seemed to hear. She was surrounded by men in straw skirts consuming fire and dancing around her in a large circle. They seemed to be worshiping her. "They say that any man who gets within 50 ft of her becomes entranced. They call her, The Enchantress." whispered Yuri's friend, who was already stumbling from large doses of stinging alcohol that he had mixed with pure snowy ecstasy. Yuri nodded and made his way through the crowd, to the center of the floor. Soon, he was close enough to reach out and caress her smooth thighs. He looked up and caught her gaze for a split second. But that was long for her to put him under her spell. Her large, owl-like eyes were sly and wicked. Every move she made, twirling her slim waist, curling her slender arms, flexing her long slender fingers, was entrapping Yuri further and further. He was caught in her silver threaded web of enchantment. His eyes seemed to glaze over and all he could do was to stare at her. Not a single thought of his lover entered his mind. No, it was becoming poisoned with thoughts of this young woman with creamy peach skin and glowing eyes. Her leachy lips curled into a cruel, coy smile. She knew he would be waiting for her after the show, longing to fill her with his own enchantment.
What was the story? He couldn't quite remember. It was a fairy tale he'd heard long ago as a little boy. Vague images of a stony castle bathed in moonlight, and a dark figure, standing at the tower, eyes smoldering and bright. These thoughts were running through Yuri's mind as he stood in front of a dazzling building. The bright, Broadway style lights almost blinded him. They were an almost nauseating blur of colors. Not unlike some drunkard's fantasy in which faeries and nymphs fed him figs and exquisite wine. A jester jeered and laughed, regaling him with tales of valiant knights slaying dragons and rescuing fair maidens. Yuri was reluctantly dragged into the club by his friend. This was the first night in months that he hadn't seen her right after work. Usually they would go to the park and stare for hours and the starving artists weaving unimaginable stories with chalk, on the drab gray sidewalks. This time, he wasn't with her as the streetlights dimmed and the last residue of the sun lingered and faded away. The inside of the club wasn't far from the fantasy world. The music filled every inch of him, blood pounded in his ears. It was everything that was scorned upon on the surface world. These people seemed to have created their own world. It was a world of everything unchaste, impure, and focusing on pleasuring every nerve ending and sense in the body. It was full of exoticisms that you couldn't imagine even in your wildest dreams. Beautiful feathered men danced with creatures that seemed to be nor human nor animal. There was a crystal lake, gleaming ice, in the center. A dazzling chandelier which seemed to be made of diamonds refracted the light of a thousand stars. There were scantily clad damsels dressed variously in bright fabrics, like goddesses of some delightful world. The whole place smelled euphoric, and you could almost taste the sweat. The bodies were packed so tightly together that you could hardly breathe, and yet, anyone could dance and thrash to their hearts' content. Women in cages on platforms high above the stage danced with pacing lions and tigers. Breathtaking people whose bodies were neither man nor woman, with too much hair spray and glitzy gold body glitter, pranced around offering goblets of sweet ambrosia. And right at the center of the lake of glass was a woman, swaying her hips to a beat that only she seemed to hear. She was surrounded by men in straw skirts consuming fire and dancing around her in a large circle. They seemed to be worshiping her. "They say that any man who gets within 50 ft of her becomes entranced. They call her, The Enchantress." whispered Yuri's friend, who was already stumbling from large doses of stinging alcohol that he had mixed with pure snowy ecstasy. Yuri nodded and made his way through the crowd, to the center of the floor. Soon, he was close enough to reach out and caress her smooth thighs. He looked up and caught her gaze for a split second. But that was long for her to put him under her spell. Her large, owl-like eyes were sly and wicked. Every move she made, twirling her slim waist, curling her slender arms, flexing her long slender fingers, was entrapping Yuri further and further. He was caught in her silver threaded web of enchantment. His eyes seemed to glaze over and all he could do was to stare at her. Not a single thought of his lover entered his mind. No, it was becoming poisoned with thoughts of this young woman with creamy peach skin and glowing eyes. Her leachy lips curled into a cruel, coy smile. She knew he would be waiting for her after the show, longing to fill her with his own enchantment.