A/N: Hey welcome to my first Moulin Rouge fanfic. I don't know if this idea had been done before, but it doesn't matter to me if it has. Please read.
Prologue
You think you know all about Christian and Satine? Their undying love, and complete devotion to each other? You don't know anything until you've heard my side of the story.
My name is Velvet Fleur Soule. I am a dancer, occasional singer and full time whore at the Moulin Rouge.
I first came to the Moulin Rouge when my complete bastard of a father, so eager to get rid of me, loaded me off onto his friend Harold Zidler, who is coincidently the owner of the Moulin Rouge.
That was in 1897, but it wasn't until two years later that this story really began.