The Moulin Rouge was once the whorehouse of the bohemian revolution. Now it was an empty building were a tragic fairy tale had unfolded. But that was over, Satine and Christian were both dead. The star and the writer were gone, and now Harold Ziddler needed a new Diamond to enchant rich men with her sparkling beauty. He had looked everywhere for his new bitches, and found many pretty ones. None of them could compare to the previous Barbie he had taken care of, Satine.
"Zidwer! Zidwer" A midget with a speech impediment called, his name was Toulouse. The short man was dressed in a handsome black suit covered in brown mud.
"Yes?" Harold asked painfully.
"I have fouwn you a star and a writer! " Toulouse cried with joy. Harold's face lit up, his eyes going gold with the thought of having money once again.
"Show them to me now" He ordered clutching his jeweled cane with sausage-like fingers. His golden mustache was twitching with anticipation while he nervously licked is lips. Toulouse with his short haircut and ebony black rat living on his upper lip, turned around and called out in a foreign language that still sounded quite french.
"Marie! Ikimasho!" Out of the darkness came a twenty or twenty-one year old woman. Harold tried not to gasp as he studied her closer while Toulouse watched with a smirk. She was an Indian goddess with cream-colored skin. Her hair was a dark chocolate that hinted red and gold in the dim lamplight. She body was skinny and curvy, hidden behind a black dress that hugged her body like a teddy bear. She had rings on every finger and gold necklaces piled around her royal neck. A shiver went down Harold's back as she smiled nervously at him, her teeth were well cut pearls
"Good evening Monsieur." She said in shaky french while curtsying. Harold smiled,
"What language does she speak Toulouse?"
"Wapanese"
"Japanese?"
"Twats wat I said" The girl laughed a little to under her breath. She quickly silenced herself and flushed pink when Ziddler glanced at her.
"It's all right duckling, you can be as outgoing as you want, and that's why you're here anyway. " He said with a smile. The mask slipped away from the woman's face and she turned to Toulouse. The exchanged a few words and then Toulouse spoke.
"She can learn good french in about 3 days, she is that smart. She also was wondering if she could have a quick look around the place?" Ziddler nodded and the young woman started glancing around the empty building.
"What's her name?" Harold asked, enchanted by her grace while she hiked over all the rubble.
"Marie" Toulouse said softly, he to hypnotized.
"Then why does she speak the foreign language?"
"She was hired as a slave there when she was young by a rich noble. She then slowly became his whore. When his household came back here, he was killed and Marie ended up walking the streets." Harold nodded; it sounded like many stories women had spun for him. This twisted myth seemed quite true; Harold could faintly see scars on the back of Marie's legs.
"Who is the writer?" Harold asked softly. Toulouse turned and smiled at his long time friend,
"She is the writer Ziddler"
Ziddler's jaw dropped,
"She is the writer Toulouse?" Toulouse nodded and Ziddler almost fainted.
"She is very good in writing, as good or better than she can dance and sing." Ziddler pulled out a kerchief and wiped his glistening brow.
"She writes like a goddess almost as beautiful as she is" The midget said with a smile. The girl came back and she said in almost perfect french.
"It is beautiful!"
Ziddler smiled at the girls suddenly french speaking abilities, and her new outgoingness.
"Toulouse, take this wallet. Take Marie to the finest clothing stores in town and let her buy whatever she wants. We do have a new investor," Harold said with a wink in his eye. Marie smiled and suddenly hugged Harold with enthusiasm.
"Thank you sir!" Harold smiled more and patted her back.
"Your welcome duckling, but get used to it. Being the Sparkling Diamond means you get lots of clothes, money, and jewels." He whispered the last sentence with lots of meaning. Marie pulled away and nodded at her new boss and then hooked arms with Toulouse, who came up to her shoulder. Harold smiled softly as the two skipped playfully away.
