Luna Dea

13) I Won't Be Another Rapunzel

And they spoke of their Antigonie, who they called Go, as if she were a friend.
Leo hadn't yet written any music, but he had made drawings on butcher paper stolen from the kitchen. They curled around his walls, intricate doodles, extensions of the boy's own lean, slight body. The shape of Leo's jaw in profile, devestating. The way he gnawed his fingernails to the crescents, the fine shining hairs down the center of his nape, the smell of him, up close, pure and clean, bleaching.
The ones made for music are the most beloved of all. Their bodies a container for the spirit within; the best of them is music, the rest only instrument of flesh and bone.
The weather conspired. Snow fell softly in the windows. It was too cold to be out for long. The world colorless, a dreamscape, a blank page, the linger of woodsmoke on the back of the tongue.
- Lauren Groff

1923

Its a brothel, the downfall of men. Where they go to cheat on their wives. The drink is cheaper here. You can have sex with young girls for £2, or go home to your wife and have sex for free. Most choose the former.

The downfall of men. The maker of prostitutes. The ruiner of marriages. The brothel.

Tonight, the men think that there are three new girls, how wrong they are. Grace, Belle and Aria. The real downfall of men.

Today they are wandering through the crowds, occasionally making eye contact with each other. They are in waitress clothes, reavealing. It is just a top, in the style of the typical medieval girl, and a mini skirt, like all the other girls there.

A drunk man wanting some relief, playfully smacks Belles behind.

She let's out a small squeak, immediately alerting Grace and Aria.

"Are you free tonight?" the drunk man asks.

"I was, but now I think..." Belle makes eye contact with Grace and then Aria, they both nod, "I have something in my diary that can't possibly be moved."

"Oh yeah, do you think I can change that?" the man slurred, standing up.

"Nope, in fact, you are involved in it, the whole bar can be, if you make the right choice." she says.

"What choice do you want me to make?" he blatantly flirts with her.

"Now, honey, that's up to you."

"Come on, let's take this to the back room." he grabs her arm and trys to drag her along, key word, trys.

Belle holds her arm, not bothering to hide her disappointment.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I just.... No, it doesn't matter."

"Tell me what you want me to do, I can't do anything you want without you telling me."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

She leans in and whispers so only he can hear her. "I wanted you to make a wrong decision, so I could kill everyone, not just you."

The man laughs, not knowing just how serious she was.

"I bet you would honey." he slid his hands up and down her arms and whispered in her ear, "Now, shall we take this somewhere else, or do you want everyone to see us making out?"

She giggled, "I don't know." she slowly leans in. "Would you be embarrassed?"

"Come on, enough games. I just want to get laid. Now let's go." the man roughly grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her to the back of the  room.