Devious | Ciel Phantomhive x Vampire Reader (ON HOLD)

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POV: 3rd Person

(Y/N) found herself whisked away into the whirlwind of backstage preparations. She was quickly fitted into a baby pink corset and skirt adorned with feathers that flowed off the sides, adding a touch of glamour to her disguise. Her hair was expertly styled into long waves, accessorized with pink hairpieces adorned with feathers that matched her outfit perfectly.

As the final touches were added, a red rouge was delicately applied to (Y/N)'s cheeks and lips, adding a dash of color to her transformation.

The man from before, with his Cockney accent and imposing presence, returned to usher her onto the stage. With a sense of urgency, he guided her past the heavy velvet curtains, shielding her from the gaze of the audience beyond. (Y/N) felt a flutter of nerves as she stepped onto the hidden stage, the dim lights casting a soft glow around her. 

As she was helped into a large martini glass, her mind raced with uncertainty. "The music will play, and you can start singing. I don't care what you do exactly, just make sure you bring in the money," the man instructed, his tone brusque and businesslike.

As the music began to fill the air, a sultry melody that seemed to beckon to the senses, (Y/N) felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. The two girls expertly fluttered their feather fans in front of her, creating an enticing display of movement that added to the allure of the performance.

With a subtle shift of the fans, (Y/N) was unveiled, seated elegantly within the oversized martini glass. Bathed in the soft glow of the spotlight, she exuded an aura of confidence and allure, her presence commanding the attention of all who beheld her.

The soft glow of the spotlight bathed her in its warm embrace as she began to sing. "Go slow, ooh honey, take it easy on the curves," she sings as her hands trail along the edges of the of the giant martini glass, her fingertips grazing the surface with delicate precision.

Pulling her head back with an arm draped over her, she infused each word with a sultry allure, her gaze smoldering with passion. "When love is slow, ooh, honey, what a tonic for my nerves," she crooned, her voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down the spines of the audience.

With a mesmerizing sway, (Y/N) rose from the confines of the glass, her movements a symphony of grace and allure. As she descended the steps, each motion was deliberate, every step a testament to her confidence and poise.

"Go slow, ooh honey, we've got such a lot of time," she sang, her voice a sultry melody that hung in the air, beckoning the audience into a world of passion and desire. With each note, she cast a spell, drawing them closer with the promise of forbidden pleasure.

Taking a moment to survey the crowd, (Y/N) locked eyes with the men from before, their gaze intense and unwavering. With a confident stride, she made her way toward them, the other dancers following her lead.

As they reached the men, the dancers positioned themselves at (Y/N)'s sides, their movements fluid and suggestive as they joined her in a tantalizing display of seduction. Together, they captivated the audience, their movements synchronized and hypnotic.

"When love is slow, ooh honey, how the mercury does climb," (Y/N) sang, her voice dripping with sensuality as she allowed herself to be swept away by the intoxicating rhythm of the music.

Feeling the heat of the moment, (Y/N) gracefully glided back to the center of the stage, her presence commanding attention. "I like my lovin' done gently, so, when your kissing lips start," she crooned, her voice low and seductive as she swayed to the beat.

With a sultry smile, she pointed to her lips, drawing the audience's gaze to her enticing feature. "Just a little here," she purred, her voice a whispered invitation to indulge in desire.