The deadly smoke danced up towards the ceiling as if trying to escape from her crimson lips. The smell of nicotine was pungent as it seeped through the black satin gloves she wore. Sylvia didn’t know why she bothered to come on board to this cruise, it was full of hot air and nothing more. The grand hall was littered with generals, lords, ladies and other members of the elite. The men whose eyes danced in her direction blubbered with loose, deeply intoxicated smirks.
Out from the crowd a robust man caught her eye. Within seconds he advanced towards her, Sylvia averted her eyes and inhaled the cigarette deeply. “My sweet pearl, Sylvia,” The man leaned in towards her, his cheek felt like sandpaper and she could smell his abhorrent breath. “Dance with me.”
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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What about God? 