“Seems rather lonely to sit in the corner and not be a part of the fun.”
“Who says I am not having fun?” he responded.
“Are you a voyeur? Do you like to watch?” she asked seductively.
“People are fascinating,” he said.
She sat against the seat, spread her legs under the table and touched herself. “Some say I am fascinating.”
“That would be an understatement.”
She rose and slithered around the table ready to position herself on his lap. “I make big statements.”
He pushed her away. “Not here.”
She hesitated, wrapped her robe tighter around her body and glanced over her shoulder at the rest of patrons. “Alright.”
He lowered his head as he left with Leona through the apparition of patrons. Once outside, he drew comfort in the darkness. Walking down the cobblestone street, they passed a few stray people—derelicts and lovers looking for privacy within the alleyways.
Leona arrived at a lavender-painted door and escorted him up the narrow staircase to a third floor flat that overlooked the backyard of other homes. Through the window, he saw other lovers having sex, one in their bed and others by the window. The woman across the alley grinned at him. He closed the curtains and turned back to Leona.
“I see you have met the neighbors,” she said lighting, a lantern setting the humble room in a soft glow. The room was much different than the woman. A few scattered dolls portrayed a woman who, despite living a bawdy lifestyle, was still deeply connected to her youth.
“They seem to be very friendly,” he said admiring the room. Under the amber light, she did not seem so hard, more innocent and lost.
She clutched his collar and gazed into his eyes. “Your eyes shine like an animal, very primal.”
“We are all primal. It is our nature.” He gazed upon her face—green eyes and light freckles dotting her nose. “Do you like this life?”
“I enjoy it very much.” Leona engaged her reflection in the mirror as she loosened her robe from her body and let it flutter to the floor. She admired her naked body and upon feeling him behind her, she let out a slight moan. “You make my skin tingle.”
Her passions intensified until she glanced into the mirror and saw only her reflection. She felt him enter her from behind. Gazing downward she saw his hands caress her belly and lower between her legs yet was shocked there was no sight of him in the reflection.
The scream she let out was one of terrified orgasm. The motion of her body rocked forward against the bureau upon his impact, although there was nothing to signify his existence—only the feel of him inside her and his hands that covered her body.
A sharp pain radiated from her neck. In the mirror, she noticed blood trickle over her shoulder and down toward her breast. All went black.