Walking in the marketplace looking for fish to buy for the Salon as Madame Papillon had asked of her, Seychelles smiled to herself. She loved shopping in the marketplace; it was one of her favorite things to do once a week. The bustling streets and the selling of fresh foods always amazed her; not to mention the more expensive items that she admired from afar always grabbed her attention.

As she continued walking through the crowded street, she picked up the fish as she was told to do and then started to walk back in the direction of the salon when she felt a large hand touch her shoulder. Jumping up in fright, she spun around to find herself facing a man's chest; she looked up and found the man to be very handsome. His face was chiseled with stubble and his semi-long blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, and he wore a hat. The tall man gave a smile and the young girl couldn't help but blush as she looked at him.

"Oui, monsieur?"

"Ah, you dropped something." He lifted his other hand to show she had dropped a leather pouch. Seychelles's eyes widened; that had all of the money she had earned in it. As she curtsied and was about to take it from him, he lifted it high up into the air, "Do you know where the salon de Madame Papillon is?"

"Oui, monsieur, I am actually going there now. Would you like to follow?" She said pointing in the direction she was headed; the man nodded, giving her the leather pouch, and walked beside her. Seychelles noticed that he was quite taller than she, and although she didn't want to stare, she couldn't help herself. The young girl had never met such a clean looking man in her entire life, and one that was so handsome too. After realizing she had stared for too long, she quickly looked down and continued walking.

"Are you a visitor, monsieur?"

"Oui, I suppose you could say that." He said chuckling at her question; his voice was low and seductive. Seychelles nodded and they continued to walk in silence, until they reached the salon.

"Here we are." As Seychelles walked in she heard Madame Papillon call her name, "Seychelles? Is that you?"

"Oui, madame! C'est moi!"

"Can you bring the fish down to the kitchen, please?"

"Bien sûr, madame!" Seychelles curtsied at the man and quickly walked away out of embarrassment and relief. She felt the blood rush to her face as she felt the eyes of the man on her as she left to do as asked. She had never gotten the man's name, she realized as she was walking towards the kitchen. Shrugging, she then sighed realizing there was no point in asking since she would probably never see him again. As she approached the kitchen she saw Madame Papillon.

"Ah, madame! There is a man here today!"

Madame Papillon laughed, "Well, aren't there always?"

"Well yes, but this one is dressed very nicely, and he doesn't act anything like the pirates who come here!" The owner paused for a moment, and then looked at her, "Here, put the stuff in the kitchen and then come with me." Seychelles left the fish in the kitchen and followed her back into the main room of the salon, where the man had seated himself down. Madame Papillon turned to her quickly, "go to your room quickly."

"Mais, madame, pourquoi?"

"Just do as I say." She said briskly and Seychelles nodded and quickly went away hiding in the corner of the staircase, which led to her room.

"Why are you here?" Madame Papillon demanded of the man.

"Why can't I be here?" The man asked back in a nicer tone and chuckled.

"You're not welcome here. I don't want you near this place at all. You're the worst scum of all."

"Ah, you don't mean that." The man said while laughing, "Besides, I thought I would bring my men here for a night before we head back to the seas."

"Pirates like you aren't welcome."

"Pirates like me?"

"Oui."

"Well, what happened if I paid you triple the price the pirates you welcome pay you, eh?" Madame Papillon, stopped herself from talking for a moment and then answered.

"Only for tonight and then if you ever come here again I will report you."

"Ah, merci Madame."

"Seychelles!" screamed Madame Papillon.

"Oui, madame?"

"Come down here and give the man a bottle of rum."

"Oui madame." Seychelles hustled down the stairs, almost tripping over herself and then recovering went over to the bar, picked up the bottle of rum, a glass, and brought them both toward the seated man. "Voilà, monsieur." The man nodded at her and smiled watching her like a hawk, making the girl feel uncomfortable. As she moved away and welcomed the many men coming into the salon, she could still feel his gaze upon her.

Soon enough it was as busy as ever, and as she was busy receiving orders and serving customers she soon forgot about the handsome man. As she was serving one of the usual drunken pirates, the pirate groped her bottom and she felt her face redden and she slapped the man immediately and left. She should have been used to this happening, but she never was used to it. As the night was finally winding down, she sighed to herself and picked up a few of the empty bottles on some of the tables. She might as well start cleaning up now. Looking around for the owner of the salon, she saw that no one looked like they were ready to leave. As Seychelles was approaching the bar to put the glasses away, she heard a gunshot fired and she jumped up in fear. It was the handsome man who had fired the gun, and he was pointing it at a man. She heard the gun fire again, and the man fell down to the ground. The next thing she knew there was screaming and chaos inside the small salon.

Running to find Madame Papillon, she pushed through the wave of people running away. The screaming and pushing scared her as she quickly tried passing through the crowd. Bumping into something, she looked up to find she had hit the tall man, and realizing what she had done, she sprinted for her life. She was horrified; what if the man was crazy? Was he going to fire at her as well? Maybe these were the crazy pirates she had heard of? She tried running through the crowds of people, but she tripped, falling to the ground. The next thing she knew, everything had gone dark.

Well, long time no see, I suppose! I've decided to try giving writing another shot again. I won't be writing a sequel to Our Sadistic Love, but I thought this story would be a little interesting. Now, I tried rushing the introduction so I could get to where the real drama begins, so bear with me. Please review though! It would be nice to hear how the story's opening up so far. I'm literally just going with what's on my mind so again, please bear with me. Again, sorry if this story offends anyone as well.

Many thanks,

La Chatte de la Musique