𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐲 • 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊. × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

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One Year Ago in The Past, November 29th, 1899

The Moulin Rouge, Jeans Point of View

As the Moulin Rouge was stormed by Dukes and gentlemen looking for a good time, the writer and his newly found supporters of his art walked in as the infamous Monsieur Laurent stood on a balcony overlooking the large floor of the Moulin Rouge.

In the Moulin Rouge the entrance was a large foyer, with two staircases leading to the second floor. As the writer and his troupe walked in, the writer looked in awe. It was a large hall with a dark wooden floor, lit by dim Vegas light bulbs. It had a high ceiling with pleated red, expensive, fabrics hanging from above. As Jean walked further in, he noticed the small stage that had a large red curtain with golden toned tassels hanging from the edges. There were emblems all around the Moulin Rouge of flowers and vines. The pillars in the hall were carved by hand, with intricate design.

Sasha and Eren excused themselves to their corresponding restrooms, leaving only the writer and Connie to walk to their confiscated seats.

From what the eye could see, the hall was all of three floors high. The first floor was the floor for people to get their seats and watch the show, and whoever sat on that floor had a front row seat to be interacted with by the courtesans. The second floor was meant for the bars, and spirits. And the third floor was a viewing floor, a floor for the richest of Dukes to silently pick the women they would be fondling with that evening.

As the writer and Connie took their seats in a private booth, right off of the main floor in the establishment, Monsieur Laurent tapped the microphone to get everyone's attention, as he did, people took their seats or stood to the side. Sasha and Eren had made it on time for his toast.

"The Moulin Rouge!" He put his arms out in second position, as he did, two curtains lifted up from the stage and the canners, the leg spreaders, and hip dancers all took their places on the floor.

These women of the underworld: Monsieur Laurent named them his Diamond Dogs.

Once the pit, which was in an oval formation on the stage, started to play, multiple of the girls started singing in french. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Ce soir..."

As the show continued on, some of the cavaliers' hands were taken to go and tango and mingle with the performers. Connie turned to the writer.

"This is it! The Moulin Rouge," he told the writer, raising his voice over the music.

"I'd rip my right arm off to be here every night." Eren nudged Sasha to sit in the booth.

The writer, however, was not dealing a good deal with these sensual movements that were being displayed in the room.

Into the mic, Monsieur Laurant yelled, "because you can, can, can!"

The group of couples in the middle of the floor replied, "yes, you can, can, can!"

Jean swallowed the spit in his mouth and spaced out into the room of movement. Eren knocked him out of it by shaking his shoulder, "what's got you all worked up? Seeing something new?"

Jean looked at Eren then back at the floor, he saw women dancing in human sized cages with barely anything covering them, women lifting up their skirts and showing the colorful inside, the way the bodies danced with each other was something he'd never experienced.

Connie's neck snapped to Jean, then Eren. "Eren, he's a virgin!"

Eren choked. "What's someone like you doing being a virgin! You've never wrestled with a woman before?"