VENOMOUS

EIGHT | A Phyton's Grip

The thing about being with a Snake Charmer ㅡ is that you will always have snakes following you around.

You might think they are just following you around because they have nothing better to do; slithering around the club and sleeping curled up in little balls on the bar counter during the day.

But, no.

The thing about being with a Snake Charmer, means that you will always be protected. Even when the woman herself is not around.

A snake will always be commanded to keep an eye on you.

Keeping you safe from the harm that comes during the night and day.

And snakes are loyal. They do their job. They protect the object of their owner's affections just as fiercely as they protect their owner.

Not many know this, and so they dare try.

What a foolish. Foolish people.

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When Jennie is on stage, she does not focus on anyone other than her routine and Lisa.

It's a bit funny even.

Jennie never cared much for keeping anyone's eyes on her, because she always knew, without even looking, that everyone's eyes and attention were focused on her and her alone the second she stepped on stage.

Even before she stepped on it, if she really thinks about it.

She never cared to keep their attention, because she knew it was there. Trained on her body; on her movements, her pretty face and her alluring body.

In the rare times she does open her eyes and look out into the crowd, she sees their awe and lust filled gazes; following her every movement, even the most miniscule of all.

It makes her smirk as she drops her body sensually down and then raises herself back up.

It's fun.

Sometimes she looks out into the crowd just for the pleasure of it all; the thrill and the rush that comes over her when she knows is so deeply desired.

But most of the time, she just remains focused on her own routine.

But now?

Now, she's got a woman whose attention is her favourite thing; has become almost similar to a drug to the beautiful cabaret dancer.

Now, Jennie finds herself slipping her eyes open more often, just to immediately train on the familiar VIP section; just to see that dark, almost snake-like, gaze directed at her.

Every single night.

Without fail.

Every single time.

Without fail.

Directed at her and only her for the entirety of the performance.

And Jennie knows Lisa only watches her performance, remaining indifferent to the rest of her dancers.

Only pays attention to her.