Dance

Francesca was so bored. She had sent for her servant. Diego. Officially he was a servant for the house, but everyone knew Diego was Francesca’s toy. He was not here yet…

She sat slumped in the foyer sofa. Eating grapes and drinking coconut water. Normally Diego would feed her. This just felt wrong!

A grubby man approached her. He had a thick bushy beard and an ugly big nose. Brown skin. He wore a beige vest and his chest hair was easily seen.

“How much for yourself?” He said.

Francesca scowled, “Dance…”

“What?” He said.

She started to shoot around his feet. He danced. And tumbled over and hurried out the door.

After the tenth man who asked for her Francesca was at her limit. And she was running out of bullets.

“God help me…” she sighed.

Evening drew near… Meanwhile upstairs. A man in a black clothes and face covering leapt across roofs and through the window of the Bernill Brothel. He moved like the night.

Kirah met him by the window. Kissed him. And gave him a pouch of gold.