Untitled Moulin Rogue Piece by Akira

by ASpyInTheHouseOfLove

Satine's vision is broaded when she finally determines the difference between love and lust. After falling in love, Satine is mistaken by her lover when he is seen with many other women. Satine questions her existence, until she develops a crush on a se

PLEASE NOTE: This story is based on Moulin Rouge, therefore most of the characters, settings etc. are owned by the fabulous creators of Moulin Rouge, excluding Valentina and characters which will come in later chapters.

Cheers, Akira xxx

Paris Summer 1897

Satine's high red stilettos banged against the wooden floorboards as she stumbled to her purse covered in rubies on the table next to the balcony. She flicked through her notes and picked up her cigarette from the ravishing red ashtray which she smoked as she walked to the door to find Harold Zidler. "I'm almost broke Harold," Satine wept.

"Satine!" Harold said as he held Satine's hand tightly, "you are booked for the rest of the week, you should know! All the men come here, they come here... to see you and only you!"

Satine pulled her hands away from Harold and rubbed them down her hips over her red lace robe. She paused and nodded closing her eyes, "Okay then, bring me up some of that glorious perfume Valentina Mondotti makes," Satine insisted with a grin and a raised eyebrow, which Harold Zidler loved about Satine. "I'll get it for you right away" Harold told her as he left, and Satine lay herself and her long red lacy robe on the gold-cushioned divan. She sat there fanning herself and smoking until the night broke in. At that time so did the men. And the money.

Next morning, Satine woke up, in her dark green velvet lingerie the long red curls blew over her gold pillows with the hot Summer morning wind that blew in brushing her sheer gold and red chiffon curtains. She woke up alone and lay dreamily looking through her ceiling past the gold painted stars that sprinkled over the red ceiling.

The world worked for her as she lay, Harold counted money from the night before, the hundreds that Satine received from men. Valentina sat on her hip and hand in the beautiful Parisian garden picking petals for Satines perfume that night, humming French songs that she heard Satine sing. Cleaners cleaned the stage in the Moulin Rogue where Satine would appear in public to many man at the one time. And the men of the previous night would forget about Satine and work, thinking of the money they'd bring home for their starving family, or to another night at the Moulin Rogue.