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Because We Can Cancan!
5 reviewsGerard and the rest of the guys arrive at the Moulin Rouge only for Gerard to be surrounded by girls.
2Exciting
We arrived at the Moulin Rouge, it was incredibly huge but none the less was filled with people; everyone was so packed in that there was skin on skin contact. Girls in gothic dresses surrounded me!
“Hello there! My name’s Finale Virgen” A woman with black hair to her waist and her skin seemed to be a shade of white said in a sexy voice. I backed away from her slightly but she only followed.
“What’s your name then?” I looked down to my feet but my eyes caught sight of her long legs coated in fishnet tights and underneath she wore black high heels. I nervously tried to look somewhere else, so I looked at her face. I noticed she had a birthmark in a shape of a heart which reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, a lip ring and emerald green eyes which put the green fairy I had just seen to shame.
“Err..erm…G-Gerard…” Being around women of this particular type made me nervous, her provocative costume which was a red corset with black lacing and a skirt that almost seem inexistent didn’t help with the nerves.
“What a lovely name…” she purred in my ear making me gulp in panic.
“Virgen, you’re scaring the poor boy.” Another woman said while stepping out of the shadows, She was wearing a purple corset with booty shorts that had skeleton hands on the pockets and she too as wearing fishnet tights topped off with red heels. I whimpered slightly and looked anywhere else but body. She had brown straight hair which fell to her shoulders with a bright purple streak to match her corset. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara and she had a tattoo on her left wrist saying ‘never give in’.
“Maybe you should go take a smoke while I handle this one” She said to the one who was Virgen, just as she was lighting up a cigarette. She then turned to me “Hi, I’m Poisonous Thorn.” She had a slight smirk on her face which scared me.
“Shut up and I saw him first so back off Thorn!”
Mikey had told me about Harold Ziddler , the owner of the Moulin Rouge and his infamous girls who were known as his ‘Diamond Dogs’ each of them had their own twist and turn, each one looking for that one guy who would give them the jewels that Harold Ziddler wanted most of all; Diamonds. Ziddler had an obsession with diamonds and based his whole show around his most prised possession his Sparkling Diamond.
“Come on girls, leave the boy alone!” another woman said walking towards us “Harold will be angry if we miss our next performance!” She had black hair and hazel-orangey eyes that stood out which were made even more prominent by her think black eye liner. Her lips coated with luscious red lipstick with snakebite piercings and more than one piercing on her ears, I counted five but I wasn’t too sure to be exact.
Her black lace corset and black hot pants made her body look curvier than it already was and contrasted well with her skin. Her paintent stilettos and her top hat made everything seem slightly creepier.
“But snakebite I just want to have some fun and if I leave him one of the other girls will get him!” Virgen whined to snakebite.
“Leave him Virgen” Thorn and snakebite instructed.
“Fine!” Virgen said bitterly and went off along with the other two girls as I watched them leave I noticed Thorn had another tattoo, a black rose on her shoulder. I took my gazed off them and went to find Mikey; they were sitting at a booth waiting for the show to begin. The hall quietened down and a chorus of female voices sang.
“Vous le coucher avec moi ce soir?” Girls were appearing out of nowhere while chanting the words “Go sister, soul sister, go sister”. The three girls I had seen previously were near the middle of the dance hall right behind a fat old man who had red and untamed hair and was wearing a circus conductor’s outfit. I assumed this must be Ziddler.
“If life’s and awful bore and living’s just a chore, although I mustn’t gloat you’ll have fun at the Moulin Rouge! Have a little wiggle” He sang and the girls all sang “because you’ll lose your mind tonight!” to which almost the whole hall erupted with a chant of “Because we can cancan!”
I beamed at the extraordinary sight, everyone moved around the dance hall, men with the cancan girls and various circus acts dotted around with Harold Ziddler no on a podium at the front.
Another chorus was sang, this time by the men! “Here we are now, entertain us!” The filled the hall as the cancan dancers stayed on the side lines, watching at waiting for their next victim. A parade of girls came out from the other side of the dance hall to mix with the parade of men, each paired off leaving few men alone.
“Outside it may be raining but in here it’s entertaining! Outside it may be tragic but here it’s filled with magic!” Ziddler shouted from his podium. “The Moulin Rouge is the place to be!” the crowd rejoiced at his words! He motioned his hands to signal them to be quiet and then whispered “The cancan” just loud enough so everyone could hear.
The men disappeared back to their booths and the cancan girls formed a circle with two girls in the middle. The two girls in the middle caught my eye; one had jet black tasselled hair which came down to her waist and dark smoky eyes and red berry lipstick which contrasted with her milky skin. Her long legs danced along with the beat; she made movements which purposefully showed off her body, revealing that she had many tattoos.
She had cartoonish owl sitting on a branch on the inside of her left wrist, From what I could make out a trail of black and purple stars going down leading passed her costume and an Egyptian eye on the back of her neck and a small outline of a heart on the inside of her right wrist.
She had a red corset, covered in black lace so it looked blood red and a black skirt which flowed along with the dance moves she also had a black choker around her neck and surprising she was the only girl without shoes on.
The other girl had bright blue hair and a pale complexion. Her red corset was wound tightly against her body with a shirt black lace skirt. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara but the red eye shadow which she wore on top made her sea green eyes pop out more and her nails were painted blood red.
They all ran around in a circle and the two girls in the middle spinned, then the two girls swapped with two girls swapped to the outer circle as two other girls went in the middle which was repeated until all the girls had been in the middle only to end with them all jumping and landing in splits. The girls ran out and found men and then danced until their lungs would burst.
“The plan has worked, we have successfully invaded Ziddler” Mikey whispered to our little group. The room turned red and black. Fire blasted up where the band was playing and suddenly erupted with music.
A woman burst through the doors that lead from back stage. She was wearing a tight fitting black sweater with her bra slightly showing, heaven forbid she gave away too much in just the show. She also had very short ripped jean shorts with studded belt and colour chains that dance around her, twirling and flying about to make it look that there was a rainbow surrounding her. She had black fishnet tights and knee-high boots with drove the men crazy and leaving little to the imagination. She had dark brown wavy hair to under her shoulders and had black eyeliner and eye shadow; making her bluey grey eyes stand out. She had black French tips and cherry lipstick and she was just taller than Frank.
“Who’s that?” I asked enticed by her dancing.
“No one exactly knows, she never says her name.” Frank said watching her as well.
“Not even her stage name, all we know is that they refer her as “Head cancan” and that she worked her because of her mother, she did it to spite her.” Ray said quietly.
“You know nothing more?” I asked, finally ripping my gaze from her.
“We know nothing more.” Ray and Frank said in unison.
Suddenly glitter pieces started to fall from the roof. The club had changed from its red warm tint to a cold ice blue. Men across the dance floor looked around in confusion, the dance hall was silent. “It’s her! The Sparkling Diamond.” Mikey exclaimed in wonder.
“Hello there! My name’s Finale Virgen” A woman with black hair to her waist and her skin seemed to be a shade of white said in a sexy voice. I backed away from her slightly but she only followed.
“What’s your name then?” I looked down to my feet but my eyes caught sight of her long legs coated in fishnet tights and underneath she wore black high heels. I nervously tried to look somewhere else, so I looked at her face. I noticed she had a birthmark in a shape of a heart which reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, a lip ring and emerald green eyes which put the green fairy I had just seen to shame.
“Err..erm…G-Gerard…” Being around women of this particular type made me nervous, her provocative costume which was a red corset with black lacing and a skirt that almost seem inexistent didn’t help with the nerves.
“What a lovely name…” she purred in my ear making me gulp in panic.
“Virgen, you’re scaring the poor boy.” Another woman said while stepping out of the shadows, She was wearing a purple corset with booty shorts that had skeleton hands on the pockets and she too as wearing fishnet tights topped off with red heels. I whimpered slightly and looked anywhere else but body. She had brown straight hair which fell to her shoulders with a bright purple streak to match her corset. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara and she had a tattoo on her left wrist saying ‘never give in’.
“Maybe you should go take a smoke while I handle this one” She said to the one who was Virgen, just as she was lighting up a cigarette. She then turned to me “Hi, I’m Poisonous Thorn.” She had a slight smirk on her face which scared me.
“Shut up and I saw him first so back off Thorn!”
Mikey had told me about Harold Ziddler , the owner of the Moulin Rouge and his infamous girls who were known as his ‘Diamond Dogs’ each of them had their own twist and turn, each one looking for that one guy who would give them the jewels that Harold Ziddler wanted most of all; Diamonds. Ziddler had an obsession with diamonds and based his whole show around his most prised possession his Sparkling Diamond.
“Come on girls, leave the boy alone!” another woman said walking towards us “Harold will be angry if we miss our next performance!” She had black hair and hazel-orangey eyes that stood out which were made even more prominent by her think black eye liner. Her lips coated with luscious red lipstick with snakebite piercings and more than one piercing on her ears, I counted five but I wasn’t too sure to be exact.
Her black lace corset and black hot pants made her body look curvier than it already was and contrasted well with her skin. Her paintent stilettos and her top hat made everything seem slightly creepier.
“But snakebite I just want to have some fun and if I leave him one of the other girls will get him!” Virgen whined to snakebite.
“Leave him Virgen” Thorn and snakebite instructed.
“Fine!” Virgen said bitterly and went off along with the other two girls as I watched them leave I noticed Thorn had another tattoo, a black rose on her shoulder. I took my gazed off them and went to find Mikey; they were sitting at a booth waiting for the show to begin. The hall quietened down and a chorus of female voices sang.
“Vous le coucher avec moi ce soir?” Girls were appearing out of nowhere while chanting the words “Go sister, soul sister, go sister”. The three girls I had seen previously were near the middle of the dance hall right behind a fat old man who had red and untamed hair and was wearing a circus conductor’s outfit. I assumed this must be Ziddler.
“If life’s and awful bore and living’s just a chore, although I mustn’t gloat you’ll have fun at the Moulin Rouge! Have a little wiggle” He sang and the girls all sang “because you’ll lose your mind tonight!” to which almost the whole hall erupted with a chant of “Because we can cancan!”
I beamed at the extraordinary sight, everyone moved around the dance hall, men with the cancan girls and various circus acts dotted around with Harold Ziddler no on a podium at the front.
Another chorus was sang, this time by the men! “Here we are now, entertain us!” The filled the hall as the cancan dancers stayed on the side lines, watching at waiting for their next victim. A parade of girls came out from the other side of the dance hall to mix with the parade of men, each paired off leaving few men alone.
“Outside it may be raining but in here it’s entertaining! Outside it may be tragic but here it’s filled with magic!” Ziddler shouted from his podium. “The Moulin Rouge is the place to be!” the crowd rejoiced at his words! He motioned his hands to signal them to be quiet and then whispered “The cancan” just loud enough so everyone could hear.
The men disappeared back to their booths and the cancan girls formed a circle with two girls in the middle. The two girls in the middle caught my eye; one had jet black tasselled hair which came down to her waist and dark smoky eyes and red berry lipstick which contrasted with her milky skin. Her long legs danced along with the beat; she made movements which purposefully showed off her body, revealing that she had many tattoos.
She had cartoonish owl sitting on a branch on the inside of her left wrist, From what I could make out a trail of black and purple stars going down leading passed her costume and an Egyptian eye on the back of her neck and a small outline of a heart on the inside of her right wrist.
She had a red corset, covered in black lace so it looked blood red and a black skirt which flowed along with the dance moves she also had a black choker around her neck and surprising she was the only girl without shoes on.
The other girl had bright blue hair and a pale complexion. Her red corset was wound tightly against her body with a shirt black lace skirt. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara but the red eye shadow which she wore on top made her sea green eyes pop out more and her nails were painted blood red.
They all ran around in a circle and the two girls in the middle spinned, then the two girls swapped with two girls swapped to the outer circle as two other girls went in the middle which was repeated until all the girls had been in the middle only to end with them all jumping and landing in splits. The girls ran out and found men and then danced until their lungs would burst.
“The plan has worked, we have successfully invaded Ziddler” Mikey whispered to our little group. The room turned red and black. Fire blasted up where the band was playing and suddenly erupted with music.
A woman burst through the doors that lead from back stage. She was wearing a tight fitting black sweater with her bra slightly showing, heaven forbid she gave away too much in just the show. She also had very short ripped jean shorts with studded belt and colour chains that dance around her, twirling and flying about to make it look that there was a rainbow surrounding her. She had black fishnet tights and knee-high boots with drove the men crazy and leaving little to the imagination. She had dark brown wavy hair to under her shoulders and had black eyeliner and eye shadow; making her bluey grey eyes stand out. She had black French tips and cherry lipstick and she was just taller than Frank.
“Who’s that?” I asked enticed by her dancing.
“No one exactly knows, she never says her name.” Frank said watching her as well.
“Not even her stage name, all we know is that they refer her as “Head cancan” and that she worked her because of her mother, she did it to spite her.” Ray said quietly.
“You know nothing more?” I asked, finally ripping my gaze from her.
“We know nothing more.” Ray and Frank said in unison.
Suddenly glitter pieces started to fall from the roof. The club had changed from its red warm tint to a cold ice blue. Men across the dance floor looked around in confusion, the dance hall was silent. “It’s her! The Sparkling Diamond.” Mikey exclaimed in wonder.
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