Sylvie watched the show from side stage left. She was very captivated and impressed with the women and their many delightful talents. She was even more impressed with her own mother. She had no idea her mother could dance in such a commanding, sultry way. She understood now why Madame had named her 'Luna'. She resembled a goddess of the Wild when she danced.
It was strange to see her mother in that sensual, yet ethereal light. It was only seconds after the curtain fell that Madame Bouvier with pursed lips and a serious expression on her porcelain looking face grabbed ahold to her wrist and spoke in a no nonsense tone. "Come on with you. Then off we go."
She turned Sylvie towards her, then she placed a large flower wreath made of all white lilies atop her head. "Now, don't you move. I paid a lot of money for this. You go out there, ignore the audience and let me do all the talking."
Sylvie said nothing.
Within seconds, she and the Madame were standing center stage in front of the red velvet curtains. A spotlight was shared. Sylvie heard the whistles and cat calls this time, but was unable to see into the crowd. They weren't as intense as they had been during the show. Madame Bouvier stepped forward and spoke then.
The crowd cheered. A few roses fell to the stage floor.
"Thank you." She said. " And welcome to our little establishment. Every girl here is available to fulfill your desire. My girls are clean and the best at their job."
A male voice in the crowd shouted, "Best c*nt around!"
Which in turn made all the men laugh and howl at his remark.
She continued. "That's right! The best pleasure house on this island. Tonight, we are playing host to some of our finest gentlemen this place has to offer. So let the party begin!" She yelled and the crowd roared with approval.
Meanwhile, Amaruq, Leader of the Lycans watched the Madame when she had made mention of entertaining ' fine gentlemen'. He knew she wasn't speaking of his crew, but the all elite Loup Garoux. It incensed him.
The crowd cheered as she shuffled Sylvie and herself backstage where the rest of the girls were waiting, ready to hear the critiques of the show from their Madame. Sylvie noticed her mother was a good distance away peeking through the heavy curtains looking out at the crowd.
Sylvie's attention was drawn back to Madame Bouvier's voice, "Alright girls, so far, so good. Now to the hard part. Tonight, we are the center of the epicenter. We have very wealthy patrons meeting at our establishment tonight, as well as our regular customers who've waited patiently for this night to come. You girls must all do your part. Every Cock satisfied. Every hand filled with an overflowing cup. Tonight, Luna you will introduce yourself and make yourself available to any Elite with coin."
Luna said nothing.
Her demands were done. "Come on! What are you waiting for! Move ! Move!"
Sylvie started to walk away, trying to get to her mother. It was no use. Madame Bouvier once again gripped her by her wrist.
"Not so fast you. You are going to stay with me until I have properly introduced you to Duke Randolf. I wonder if he enjoyed that little performance." She asked no one in particular. They finally left backstage.
Sylvie stood beside Madame Bouvier inside of the crowded tavern watching several sets of eyes look at her as if she was a luxury three course meal. She hadn't thought of herself as attractive, but seeing the crowd of men positively reacting to her she wasn't so sure about that. She hadn't been nervous when this had all began. She had been terrified. Now that emotion had worn off she was able to feel her nerves.
Her stomach was in knots while her hands couldn't stop sweating. Yet her mouth was dry like the Sahara desert and she couldn't stop thinking about getting a glass of cool water to quench her thirst. So far, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Her latest feat was to accept her fate. She would be a pleasure girl and nothing more.
She didn't know how long she would be able to stand this. She had never really cared for this establishment or its owner, but she didn't need to know that. Now was a time for learning everything she could to survive this night and Madame Bouvier....
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The Bar was abuzz with chatter, merriment and song, when Amaruq entered the brothel followed by his betas, Beowulf and Urika, knowing that they had already ambushed and possibly killed the leader of the Loup Garoux, along with his commanders in the woods a few hours earlier. He was extremely proud that they had outsmarted the elite wolves and ambushed the most seasoned and skill fighters out of their entire clan. Amaruq pitied the poor soul who would challenge him for killing the Alpha.
After it was all said and done, Amaruq and his crew decided to post up by the bar to see if anyone from the Loup Garoux would arrive. Seconds later, they were greeted by Madame Bouvier. She wore her best corset and jewels tonight. She was a beautiful woman with a twisted heart, Amaruq thought.
"Welcome, gentlemen." She greeted them and looked at Urika, who was the only female in their crew.
Amaruq despised being called that word. 'Gentlemen' implied he had wealth and status at one point. He had never had that. He had been a poor, sniveling human who wanted the wealth and power of the wolves. After 2 decades of longing and obsession he was turned into a Lycanthrope and made the decision to start a war.
The war had made him rich. Because of his insanity, a major side effect all Lycanthropes had, he was able to kill the werewolves and get their gold and land with no remorse. Amaruq, Beowulf, and Urika were bonded not by blood but by their obsession. They only had one another. He looked around again to see if anyone noticed that the Loup Garoux were not present. No one seemed to notice. He was brought back to the present.
"Thank you, madam for that warm welcome." She smiled extending her slender neck, making the jewel she wore around her neck twinkle in the candlelight and dance as they sat atop her ample breasts.
Amaruq was almost distracted. He heard her voice interrupt his thoughts of her bosoms.
"Where is Duke Randolf?" She asked.
Then she quickly turned and scanned the room for him.
"How the hell would we know." Growled Beowolf.
"And why would we care?" Urika asked nonchalantly.
" Ah... Well, that is true." She was uncomfortable now. "I will have my man be on the lookout for them." She knocked twice on the bar, getting the bartender's attention. "Three free whiskeys for these fine men, and woman. Please, enjoy the show." She curtsied and left.
Beowolf spoke then as he watched her walk away. "That woman is two faced."
Amaruq chuckled at Beowulf's remark. "Old Madam Bouvier is an opportunist and a pussycat." He remarked.
"If you say so," quipped Urika.
Just then the curtain lifted on the stage to reveal an array of beautiful females.
"This is more my speed." Beowulf admitted and joined in on the hooting and howling the other males were partaking in. The music began and the show started Amaruq had to admit he thought Wildcats was just a pleasure house, but sitting here watching the beautiful women sing and dance, Bouvier had definitely refined the establishment. Both he and his crew were enthralled with the show that they almost forgot about the Loup Garoux...Almost.
The thought of being able to control the underworld of wolves with his power was intoxicating. He wanted to be the one every Loup Garoux, every Werewolf, and everyLycan bowed to. He was already drunk on the little power he wielded now. His gang was feared most on the Island, and for good reason...
45 minutes later...
Amaruq and his crew watched Madame Bouvier drag a young, fresh girl on stage. Amaruq knew it was the girl who was always in the streets wandering and sleeping in the stables. No one seemed to pay her any mind, but now that she was polished she was beautiful and he could see from the reaction of the crowd he wasn't the only one. She was still too young for his taste. He preferred the star of the show, Luna.
He had been her only customer since Madame Bouvier had acquired her. He had told her of his power and plans to take over this island and finally defeat the Loup Garoux. She wasn't impressed with any of it and that made him want her even more. Luna was his and nothing and no one would have her, ever. His contempt for Madame Bouvier's praise to Duke Randolf and his kind was overflowing...