I was backstage, doing my makeup and putting myself into the beautiful form I possessed. Madame Szayel, Dancing Queen. I was the fan favorite, everyone knew that, and knew it well.
"Madame Szayel," Grimmjow said in getting. He was well know for his sassy persona, and always wore this high-stacked, long powder blue wig, and the shortest, skimpiest dress he could find.
"Lady Grimm, how are you?" I said as I glued my eye lashes to my eyes.
"Fan-fucking-tastic, you?" he said, sitting down and beginning his own metamorphosis.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful."
We finished getting ready, talking about bullshit from work. I told him about how Lumia and Verona, my twin assistants, always liked to play tricks on me, and Meddazeppi, my secretary, was a dumbass-he got his tongue stuck in the copier today.
He told me about how his work was going. He was an instructor for Mixed Martial Arts, and how one of his students managed to kick his ass today.
"Ladies, we have someone new joining our staff. This is Ulquiorra Cider, and he will be our new wait staff," Aiden, the owner of the club, said.
He pushed a small, pale, and oddly feminine guy forward. His eyes had to be contacts-they were unnaturally green.
"Welcome, Ulquiorra."
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Dance with my Heart
FanfictionThe stage, the lights, the beauty! Szayelaporro Granz is a pharmaceutical researcher by day, but by night, he's out on the town as a Dancing Queen, one of many drag queens that work the night shifts at Las Noches Bar and Grill. He's also the most fa...
