The Velvet Room
Sheva's Set
October 11 PM
I began with a sensual dance, my hips moving in fluid motion, my arms tracing graceful arcs in the air. The crowd's eyes were fixed on me. I smiled, embracing my femininity.
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a
flash a little light
Television lover, baby,
go all night
Sometime, anytime,
sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me,
yeah, yeah
Now c'mon, take a bottle,
shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
As the music built, so did my energy. I teased and tantalized, running my hands along my curves, caressing my own skin as if discovering it for the first time. My peacoat slid against my body, a tantalizing barrier hinting at what lay beneath.
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
The crowd was watching, their eyes wide and hungry for more. "Yeah, Sheva!" someone shouted, and I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks. I raised my arms, letting my fingers dance through the air, and twirled on the spot.
Listen, red light, yellow light,
green-a-light go
Crazy little woman
in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequine,
rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine,
loosen up (loosen up)
Loosen up
"Whoo!" came a call from the back, and laughter rippled through the audience, a wave of support that made my heart race. I glanced at Sorya again, and she nodded, her enthusiasm infectious.
You gotta squeeze a little,
squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin'
on my door
Sometime, anytime,
sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me,
yeah, yeah
Give a little more
Spinning faster, I let the music take hold. I dipped low, my hair cascading around me like a dark curtain, then sprang back up, feeling like a lioness unleashed. The cheers grew louder, a chorus that urged me on. I felt alive—this was my moment. I bent backward, arching my spine, feeling the exhilaration surge within me.
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
"Look at her go!" someone exclaimed, and I caught sight of a girl with wide eyes, completely enraptured. I smiled, feeding off her energy, moving closer to the edge of the stage.
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
I swung my hips to the beat, each movement sharp and deliberate. The music pulsed through me like blood, and I added a little shimmy, captivating the audience. The laughter and cheers melded into a single entity, wrapping around me.
"More! More!" the crowd chanted, and I felt a rush of adrenaline. I climbed atop a small platform, striking a pose, and the lights flashed around me, illuminating every inch of my movement.
I let my body flow, rolling my shoulders back and forth, teasingly glancing at the crowd. I could see the delight in their faces, the way they leaned in closer, as if willing me to go further.
"C'mon, Sheva!" Sorya shouted, her voice a guiding force. "You've got this!"
With renewed confidence, I launched into a series of spins, each one more daring than the last. I felt untouchable, a creature of the night, moving in harmony with the music, the air thick with anticipation.
