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"Beneath the mask"
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
As their gazes met, a jolt of electricity ran through her veins. She felt exposed, yet intrigued. The man's piercing grey eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see beyond the mask, beyond the glittering costume, and into the very heart of her.
She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear. How did he know her? Had he followed her here? She thought she had been so careful, so secretive about her nighttime persona.
As she quickly gathered her tips and made a hasty exit, she could feel his eyes on her, burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. She didn't dare look back, fearing what she might see.
Backstage, she ripped off her mask and costume, her heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. Who was that man? And how did he know her true identity?
She couldn't shake off the feeling that her two worlds were about to collide in a way she never could have imagined...
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!...
As their gazes met, a jolt of electricity ran through her veins. She felt exposed, yet intrigued. The man's piercing grey eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see beyond the mask, beyond the glittering costume, and into the very heart of her.
She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear. How did he know her? Had he followed her here? She thought she had been so careful, so secretive about her nighttime persona.
As she quickly gathered her tips and made a hasty exit, she could feel his eyes on her, burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. She didn't dare look back, fearing what she might see.
Backstage, she ripped off her mask and costume, her heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. Who was that man? And how did he know her true identity?
She couldn't shake off the feeling that her two worlds were about to collide in a way she never could have imagined...
