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“Ah, mademoiselle,” he said, shaking his head with sadness. “Perhaps next time. Excellent work.”
“What are you trying to do here?!” Ophelia cried frantically, feeling the breath rush out of her. “What’s your goal? Leave him alone, he didn’t do...
“Might I ask you about your plans tonight? I would love to take you out to dinner and discuss your artistry more.”
Ophelia squinted at her before pulling herself over to the wall, as if preparing for more lashes. “...you’re ugly.”
A small group of her fans had found her, clambering at the door. One man in particular seemed particularly intrigued, kissing her hand. “Ms....
Ophelia took a deep breath, opening her eyes and squinting out through tears. “Hey, Eve...” she muttered through dry lips.
He gave her a small smile, his nose brushing hers before there came a knock on the door.
As the time went on, Ophelia was able to curl up, exposing her back to the lashes rather than her face and neck. She kept true to her promise,...
“Now I see why you’re so popular,” he teased, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers gently. “It’s all that damn necklace. No wonder...
Ophelia looked up at Eve, her eyes dark and her brows furrowed. Her voice was trembling and she shook her head. “I can handle anything you do,”...
He laughed again, although he might have been blushing. “Thank you. I stole it from a dead man’s casket,” he said. “Yours was beautiful too. I...
She gasped when she was hit, jerking her head back reflexively. After a moment, she glanced over at Abel, squeezing her fists to stop them from...
He laughed out loud, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her slightly. “You were amazing, Fleur,” he told her. “Phenomenal.”
Ophelia looked up at her, frowning deeply. “Punish...?”
As she exited the green room bathroom, she would see that person sitting on her couch, the window open next to him. He wore a suit, and his wild...
She looked over at them before looking back down at the cuffs, tugging on them as if to gauge their integrity.
She was perfect. It could be hard for a performer to tell if a moment was actually excellent, especially when there is a lot of pressure. You...
She didn’t really struggle, but looked around nervously, her breath hitching in her chest from fear.
The music began and the curtains came up in a flourish. (Zoop?)
She looked up as they entered, squinting at them, balling her hands into fists. “Where did they take him?”
