This is Me.

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Warning

This chapter contains content which might be triggering for some readers, read at your own risk.

November

Halsey's marmalade-ey voice oozed out the speakers into the kitchen, mixing with the smell of fried toast, setting the mood as I shuffled round the kitchen, still feeling the heat through my flimsy tank top.

"You, get dressed. We're going somewhere," my aunt commanded as she strutted into the kitchen, looking flawless as ever.

Donning a blood red, figure hugging dress with a dangerously low plunge, the lady was laying it all out for the world to see.

The deep crimson lipstick and nails, complimented her gown and highlighted everything. Finishing off the look with her silver clutch,  you'd never guess she was over 40. Or that she was a witch.

Actually, the 'paint the town red' energy would give it away, my subconscious reminded me. I chuckled lowly to myself.

"Formal or casual?"

"As you can see from my outfit, it's casual. You can even go like that sef," my aunt said, taking in my look.

You know, for someone who's over forty she sure did act childish as fuck.

"I've already laid out your outfit in your room, just get ready and meet me in the car in ten."

Knowing that I literally had no other option, I dragged myself upstairs. Opening my door, I sighted the glittery dress she had laid out for me.

The beautiful, glittery piece of clothing would have put me in a teen-girl-fashion frenzy, but right nowknowing what was coming, I felt my stomach twist in knots, the dress feeling like cement in my arms.

A dark green mini dress with sequins, it was a simple yet stylish dressthe only issue being that the mini dress took the mini to the max–barely leaving anything for imagination.

Quickly hopping into my shower, I did a quick routine, wanting nothing more than to get this over and done with. A few minutes and I was done. Hurriedly applying lipstick, I decided that a smokey eye would go best with the dress.

What? I might be an ashawo but I have to slay. Plus if I'm being forced to dress up, I might as well get some hot pictures.

Hastily doing my makeup, I somehow managed to get ready in less than fifteen minutes. Giving myself a mental pat on the back, I took some pictures and made my way downstairs.

Getting ready quickly became a normal thing for me as it was almost always like this, my aunt waltzing in unannounced, all dolled up and asking me to get ready in an inhumanely short period of time. I was used to it at this point.

Settling down in the car, she started driving. She preferred not to take the driver as she liked doing her things in "private."

I don't see how me sleeping with half of the men in this part of  Lagos, was private though.

Driving into an estate, we advanced towards a very large hall. I didn't know what I was doing here but I wanted to be done with it as fast as possible.

The flashy cars, blinding lights and the classical music pouring out told me it was one of those events.

The kind where I'd have to suck up to horny old men with loads of money in their accounts and pretend to be interested while they displayed their affluence.

As we came down, a bunch of men hurried towards my aunt. Some responsible looking, some reeking of lustand liquor.

Don't ask me how I know the smell of lust.