Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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Her fingers grazed her skin as she zipped up her black leathered, knee-high heels, and through the reflection of her mirror, she saw Amé apply dark purple lipstick to her lips.
To a man this sight would've drove him mad, mad in release of oxytocin that clouds the brain.
If you stood in a corner of Ina's room, you could sense the viciousness in which they readied in. Ina layered her skin in a sheer layer of baby oil, to attract the most lethal skin, a lesson from her mother and finally her signature smell, Chanel.
Amé as always was the first one to be ready, so she took the car keys and waited outside for Ina.
"You are stunning," she told herself, looking into the mirror.
It is a popular belief that Ina is the most confident one. The way she speaks and carries herself is in the way a woman is undoubtedly in love with herself. At times she even comes off as cocky, overconfident and grossly infatuated with herself.
But oftentimes, underneath all that confidence, lied a thick layer of insecurities.
Her nose-bridge wasn't straight. The bags under her eyes were brutal. Her hair never cooperated since it wasn't straight or curly. Boring brown eyes. She's on the flat side, and her fat goes nowhere but her arms.
She looked at these things everyday and overlooked the full lips, the fit body, the long raven hair that reached her coccyx. To her she was a mess. A mess she had to "work with".
Ina took a look at her phone. Ten thirty. Without a glance to her vanity mirror, she grabbed her black leather handbag and walked out of her apartment, with her head held high.
"What are you doing?" Amé said, putting her hand over her face.
"C'mon before we get there just one," and Ina held her phone up, taking pictures of Amé. "Damn ma."
"Okay stop and let's go," she laughed, getting into the already turned on car.
~*~
"ID?" The bouncer asked, looking down at the ladies.
Amé teased Ina for being short, but that's not taking into factor Amé herself is five feet six. Now Ina is five feet plain, used to being asked for her ID since the day she turned eighteen, and with a roll of her eyes showed it.
The bouncer gave them an approving nod and in they went.
Dolls and Roses, the name of the club was up in red neon on the opposite wall of the club. The name was pretty accurate, I mean you have the dolls dancing in poles and spacious cages, and the roses, well, the entire thing was as bright red as a rose. The seats, even in the VIP section were red leather, and even the wood of the bartender counter was a deep red wine.
