Apotheosis
The grand hall rang with dozens of conversations, full, yet not quite loud enough to overshadow the lilting music of the orchestra. Wine glasses were lifted to lips, peals of bell-toned laughter chimed in the air, and hors d’oeuvres floated around the decadent party. As the orchestra’s piece wound to a close, a tall, thin man stepped on stage, grasped the microphone, and called for Scarlett Iyer to come forward.
Her long black gown flowed about her legs as she strode through the crowd. Reaching the stage, she smiled at the man as he handed over the microphone. Long locks of bright violet hair framed her face as she spoke, “I’d like to thank everyone for coming here today. It is an honor to be able to introduce my newest invention to you all this evening.”
She presented a small glass vial, filled with brilliant pink liquid, to the crowd. The light glinted off the vial, reflected in her blue eyes. Radiant beauty bloomed in the room as she uncorked the vial. The crowd stared, frozen, in a silken silence, as the liquid shimmered into the air.
Stars filled the eyes of everyone in attendance, their expressions wiped blank of all but a misty calm. Smoky, half-lidded eyes found others, losing themselves in the depths of another’s being. People leaned into one another, heads rested on the shoulders of strangers, fingers tightly interlaced themselves as the world faded to a seductive blur.
Lowering the empty vial with a vixen’s pointed smile, Scarlett filled the room with her velvet voice, “The Nectar of Amour.”
Her long black gown flowed about her legs as she strode through the crowd. Reaching the stage, she smiled at the man as he handed over the microphone. Long locks of bright violet hair framed her face as she spoke, “I’d like to thank everyone for coming here today. It is an honor to be able to introduce my newest invention to you all this evening.”
She presented a small glass vial, filled with brilliant pink liquid, to the crowd. The light glinted off the vial, reflected in her blue eyes. Radiant beauty bloomed in the room as she uncorked the vial. The crowd stared, frozen, in a silken silence, as the liquid shimmered into the air.
Stars filled the eyes of everyone in attendance, their expressions wiped blank of all but a misty calm. Smoky, half-lidded eyes found others, losing themselves in the depths of another’s being. People leaned into one another, heads rested on the shoulders of strangers, fingers tightly interlaced themselves as the world faded to a seductive blur.
Lowering the empty vial with a vixen’s pointed smile, Scarlett filled the room with her velvet voice, “The Nectar of Amour.”
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