The calm of the main room to the sanctum was totally wiped out by the hustle’n’bustle backstage. The girls and boys were running around. The powder in the air was choking, only aggravating Valorae’s throat more it seemed as she started coughing. The large mirrors reflected the many faces of many pretty, pretty girls in their outfits and makeup, the black eyes, the red lips… The boys had their own section further back it seemed, overcome by the sounds of masculine giggling. Passion settled Valorae down at one of the open stations for the girls and pulled another stool over. “Is something wrong with your drink? You haven’t even taken a sip.” Valorae reluctantly brought the glass up to her lips and took a drink of the wine. She blinked, thinking about how bitter it was, and the dry feeling it left in her mouth. “Good, isn’t it? One of my favorites. Now, let’s see here… Honey, hun, yes, go grab me a bowl of water and a cloth from the clean up station, alright,” she ordered one of the girls who seemed ready as it was. She left for the materials, but not before checking Valorae out. Valorae sized the girl up. She wasn’t much more intimidating than the messenger she just beat up. She could take her… “Now, what happened? It pains me every time I see such beautiful girls out there being treated like this. You just let me know if it was that god forsaken Brega. The harlot doesn’t have a clue how to properly operate a business of this stature. Come now, you can tell me anything.” It sound so promising at first, and Valorae had to fight the temptation to spill her guts about the last numberless days. Passion seemed truly empathetic for Valorae, and maybe she could help her out. Surely she could help Valorae get away from her captors, right? Then again…look how easily Valorae had slipped into the Gated Community come day. Furthermore, that would mean prolonging her exact vengeance. She wasn’t in the position to do that. She sugar coated the story for Passion so she could at least explain why she was beaten up. “I got in a fight, with some man and woman,” she said. It was the truth, not the whole truth, but still the truth. The not-so-whole-truth came out easier and easier with each addition, “I went to pick up a message from them. I have to pick up a message from all of these people. It’s my job,” she said. Calling it a job felt strange. She wasn’t exactly in business with her captors, or was she. That was still a gray area considering the hell she was put through, only to be told it was a lie. “I missed my first appointment, and had an argument with the last one – “ “I see, I see…go on, please,” Passion encouraged her, still sipping at her drink. It had a fruity scent now that it was so close to Valorae. “Well, that’s about it really. I’ve been…working very hard for the past few days. I…quit my old job. Things just weren’t going well with my employer. He did things like this,” she said referencing her face, “On a…daily basis.” Valorae let out a long breath trying to keep herself in check. Passion looked like she was nearly moved to tears. Valorae couldn’t tell if she was mocking her or what. “Here you go, Passion,” said the girl with her delivery. She gave Valorae another look packed with a bunch of attitude before she walked away towards a group of girls chatting near stage right. “Here, let me get it,” Passion said, stopping Valorae for reaching for anything. “Just hold still, the blood seems a bit dry…just let me... Oo, ooo, steady now,” Passion commanded. She had the dampened wash cloth gently rubbing over the blood. It pulled at Valorae’s skin. Passion dared to pull parts off if they were flaking enough. Each pull the wrong way was met with a jerk or jolt from Valorae, but she tried to cooperate. She figured passion only had the best of intentions. “There we go,” said Passion with a job well done. The blood was cleaned off of Valorae. Her nose was clearly bruised now, and her lip busted. There were bruises on her neck starting to show too, ugly things. “So, tell me about this fight you had. Did you lose?” Valorae laughed at first but contained herself again. “Nope. There was a mistake in our orders. It seemed the man thought he was supposed to deliver the message. He was mistaken.” “Sounds cryptic,” Passion answered. She seemed to be in her own world though, just acknowledging that there was a conversation even if she wasn’t part of it. The sanctum’s owner was much more concerned about Valorae’s appearance. She was powdering Valorae’s neck and chest. it wasn’t until she got in Valorae’s face with it that the ethaefal started coughing. Fighting the coughs and trying to continue her story, Valorae covered her mouth and nose and spoke in a muffled tone. “It really is. This city is full of secrets. It’s a hassle sometimes.” “Mhmm, mhmm, I know exactly what you mean. It’s like that whore, brega, can’t believe a thing she says. Close your eyes…” Valorae felt something smeared over her lid and under her lower one with a brush. It felt a tad bit greasy. Then there was a pricking, something sharp tracing her eyes, just not enough to break skin. “Good, good, now open, and look…up.” Passion continued her artistic application to Valorae’s facial canvas. “So, who’s this ex-employer of yours? Apparently not Brega,” Passion stopped and looked Valorae in half made-up eyes for a moment, her tone utterly serious, “Whatever you do after you leave my hands, avoid that Brega the Whore. She’s no good,” Passion said with a pat on Valorae’s nose with powder again. Val sneezes and coughed again. “Hold still…” Valorae held still as Passion took the sharp tool of her and traced over her inner lids carefully. Valorae was blinking and tearing, but Passion had a delicate enough grip to get the job done. In the meantime, Valorae told her half-truth about her previous “employer.” “His name is Malum…He –“ “Lips still. Don’t talk.” Valorae shut her mouth and held still as Passion caked her lips in a different sort of red. “Take a sip of your drink.” Valorae obeyed, and it left a light print on the glass. “I’m so sorry, I – “ “Still, still…okay, and, yes, try it again. No, over here,” Passion commanded rotating the glass after having applied more of the stain. The next sip left a darker, more solid red mark on the glass. “Perfect…Now just some touch ups…” Passion went at Valorae with blushes and a comb. A final spray, or maybe two, three, of some fine smelling bottle and she looked content with her creation. Passion rotated Valorae in her seat to face the mirror. The ethaefal’s lips broke apart in awe, her bountiful lashes batting in her reflection, her hair gracefully parted over her divine crown, lips so red and lush. Passion’s warm hand grabbed hold of Valorae’s shoulders and looked in the mirror too making more adjustments to the ethaefal’s hair. She seemed to have missed something – say a set of “horns” sprouting from Valorae’s head – and made the necessary changes. Passion’s hovering presence over Valorae fluttered from one side to the next, constantly critiquing her own work. At long last, Passion broke the immediate silence between the two. “Well, do you like it?" |