kcmt1 said: Hey I say you were taking prompts so I had some ideas! Maybe Caroline as a burlesque dancer( Dita Von Tesse) type and Klaus watches her.
Caroline discovered, after twenty years of being a vampire out in the world, that boredom could set in rather quickly. She had also discovered that boredom could lead you to some… interesting situations. When she was surviving life and death situations in Mystic Falls –when she still thought like a human –she could never have pictured herself as a burlesque dancer in a retro style 'gentlemen's club'. Nevertheless, here she was.
To be honest, she was having the time of her life. She loved the ladies she worked with and, because of the protection she offered them, she never had to hide what she was. The dancing itself was really fun, though there were always assholes in the audience who made it less so. She generally made sure those customers found their way backstage. By the time they left she was no longer hungry and they were a bit lighter in the wallet and oddly determined to be better people. The security boys in the club were instructed to make sure the wealthier clientele also made their way back. The blood may have tasted all the same, but her fellow dancers benefited from the larger bank rolls.
Tonight, she was feeling the rush of being onstage even more than usual. There in the front row –center stage –sat Klaus. It would have been a lie to say that she hadn't thought of the hybrid over the years. There were times when she had honestly considered hunting him down and letting him follow through on his promise to show her the world. But something always stopped her. She wasn't sure if he had just happened to stumble upon her location or if he had been looking for her. Either way, she planned to give him one hell of a show.
The music was both sexy and fun, with a touch of raunchy that left a smirk on her face just hearing it. Her costume, while not her most elaborate, was custom made and didn't lack for class. For the first time since she had started dancing here, however, she wasn't aware of the audience. It was only him she was dancing for. As much as she wanted him to enjoy the show, what she wanted more was for him to see how very much at home she was in her body. She knew who she was and felt no shame or regret for it.
As she began to remove her first glove, she could feel his gaze on her almost like a touch. Every roll of her hips, flirty bat of her eyes, and slow slide of cloth on skin was, for the first time, not done solely for her own benefit. This was no longer just about celebrating her own body, this was about sharing that celebration with someone. As the music continued and the clothing fell away piece by piece, she became more and more certain of how this night would end.
As the last notes of the song faded away, Caroline could see the hunger in Klaus' eyes and in the tension of his body. By the time she made it to the back rooms where the other ladies were in various stages of transition between numbers, he was already lounging arrogantly on a chair, with two of her fellow dancers trying to warm him up the way they usually would any of her 'donors'. His smirk did nothing to lesson her excitement.
"Back off, girls. This one isn't a meal."
When she gestured for him to follow her into her private dressing room, she heard him chuckle and quietly say, "I'm not sure we should take that off the table just yet."
She wasn't sure she was ready for him to show her the world, but maybe she wasn't all that opposed to sharing hers.