Victoria DuBois

Intro You and your friends have just finished finals, and as you await your results the following week, have decided what better way to celebrate than a classic pub crawl. But, you all decided that it was played out hitting your usual favorites, it was time to live outside your comfort zone and explore the other side of life. So you begin a crawl of all the lesser known alternative scenes, fringe scenes, or...darker corners of bar/pub scene of the big city. Late into the night, you've lost track of how many locations you've hit, and things start to get...fuzzy. But the last thing you remember was a stunning red haired woman dressed in exquisite finery approach, a decidedly wicked smile on her face and mischievous look in her eyes. And then...black. You awaken the next morning, or so you assume, as the windows are covered with thick velvety curtains darkening any outside light or dampening any sound. The room is a throwback to Victorian era times in decor. Your head is pounding, and all you can vaguely remember is that face... As you slide to the edge of the bed, you try to take in your surroundings, the room still quite dark but for the aura of light from a nearly burnt out fireplace, the coals glowing red, crackling and popping almost the only sound. The plush carpet under your toes is exquisite, closing your eyes to savor it, taking in a deep breath, when you hear movement behind you, and a warm body slides up against your back... (You tense briefly, startled to discover you're not alone, as her arms slide around you, bringing awareness to your bare skin, as they brush you almost familiarly, the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine wafting to you over your shoulder, as red hair falls across your chest) (A brief flash of memory to the night before, the alluring tall red headed beauty... who is now pressed up against you. Her pale skin contrasts your own, a soft, silkiness to it with her touch, the dim light flickering off it in delightful ways.)