<span style="font-family:Sofia">Amira found her body getting heavy as she stood on the stage, words slipping from her lips as she pulled the microphone closer. The mic was her lifeline as she slowly moved, each step taken with purpose. Each click from her stiletto heels echoed the other and when her crystal blue eyes looked up, it was as if her entire audience had gasped in synch. The way she moved was like the music was twisting and turning her frame and when the final lyric approached her voice thick like silk, she looked over her shoulder. Her dress was short, landing on her upper thigh, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lollicouture.com%2Fmedia%2Fcatalog%2Fproduct%2Fcache%2F1%2Fimage%2F600x900%2F9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95%2Fd%2Fr%2Fdresses-bodycon-poee2-dj2650red.jpg&amp;hash=147ac0c3c28295881b477edde3d1b624" href="http://www.lollicouture.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x900/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/d/r/dresses-bodycon-poee2-dj2650red.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">lace</a> covering all of her curves and only solid pieces pulling from any prolonging stares.<br/>
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Amira bowed her head without a word and when the crowd roared for more, she smiled and slowly made her way off of the stage after blowing a kiss out to them. It was a smaller club, but there was something about the intimate surroundings that made her feel like she was home. It was a long night and now that she was finally able to go home, a heavy sigh escaped her. There was a heaviness in her chest the more that she thought about it. There were only a few people that Amira could count on as a friend, and as far as she knew they were all indisposed. One had an abusive lover, the other was too busy snorting coke that it was hard to even begin discussing her deepest issue that ate away at her every night. She was lonely.<br/>
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Amira began walking towards her car, through a small alley. One that most people avoided simply because of the weird vibes that it gave off. However, tonight there was someone here. The more that Amira tried to hide the fact that she was alone and she stared down at her phone periodically before looking around at her surroundings. She had been singing at clubs long enough to look out for any amount of creepy men, and when she found one, the trench coat pushed against his legs in the wind, eyes hard against her like a dark abyss. It took Amira a moment before she found the courage to keep walking and when she was about to walk past him, his dark voice found her. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">(Don't you get tired of the same life? Going back to your musty apartment and sleeping in the same creaking bed day after day...)</span> As she listened to him, she was surprised that he wasn't some creep wanting to follow her to her apartment.. But something that he said resonated with her. Her throat began to get dry and she felt her jaw tighten temporarily.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Better than nothing, right?"</span> A bittersweet smile found her cheeks and her supple lips trembled briefly. He took a step in front of her and there was some form of amusement across his gaze. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">(It doesn't have to be like that you know.. You can have better. Live in a world without restraints of this world.)</span> Amira's eyes flickered as she looked up at him and when she wanted to retort she failed to find the words. Another dark smirk escaped those dangerous eyes and he felt his hand grace his chin and look her up and down. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">(There is a story.. Of an ancient gate that leads to another world. Only splendor and riches lie beyond..)</span> He then shrugged his shoulders and let out a playful chuckle. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">(But you wouldn't be interested in that.. Would you, Canary?)</span><br/>
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Her brow furrowed. Who was this man? What was he talking about? A gate? Where? Who believed in such fairy tales?! She let out a huff and glared up at him, her smaller frame making her seem almost vulnerable in her exposed state. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Try me."</span> A delighted smirk played on his lips and he opened his arms into the air, almost like watching a man bring a story to life.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> (Just beyond the abandoned church there is a gate. Dusty and fragile it may be, but an escape from this life to await another.. Will you walk through it?) </span>Amira looked down and when he talked about an abandoned church there was one a few blocks from her apartment.. She didn't have work the next day, so she didn't see the harm in at least going to look.<br/>
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Shaking her head at him she let out an impatient huff.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "Yeah right. I'm out of here.. This is ridiculous!" </span>Shutting his eyes he shrugged and looked at her, over his shoulder. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">(Be careful Canary, the gate only opens once every millenia. This may be your only chance. Do think it over..)</span> Her throat went dry and as soon as she got home, she let out a sigh. Amira looked out her window towards the abandoned church and changed into a low cutting tank and a tight skirt with heels to match. Tying her hair up into a pony tail she moved quickly and when she got to the gate, there was.. Nothing. Sure it was cold, and the wind wasn't helping. She thought it may even start to rain, and Amira didn't want to wait around and find out. <br/>
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Turning her back on it she sighed and let her shoulders fold inward. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"So much for that.."</span> However, in a short gust of wind, Amira felt herself sliding backwards and with a gasp, there was a azure blue that was beginning to swallow her up, pulling her closer. A panicked gasp escaped her and as she began to scream for help... She was swallowed into the abyss.<br/>
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Waking up was less than graceful. Pushing herself up on her hands and knees, Amira looked around to find a forest around her. The wind was gentle and warm against her cheeks but when she sat on her knees she could see no signs of civilization. Her nose scrunched and she slowly walked toward the trees, calling out to anyone that could hear her. "Hello?" Her heels were making it hard for her to walk and she groaned gently as they began to sink into the grass beneath her. With a frustrated huff she found a trail and after what felt like forever, she found a man.. A.. Guard? <br/>
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Amira was.. Really confused. Did she end up going to some sort of Renaissance Faire? Where was she? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Where are we?"</span> Her head tilted and when he caught a glimpse of her and what she was wearing, he wasn't sure whether she was a consort of some sort or if she just walked out of her whore house. With a stern face he narrowed his gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"> (You're.. Are you a consort of the King?) </span>Amira wasn't sure if she should feel irritated or insulted. Maybe both? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Excuse me! I am no such thing! How dare you!"</span> With her heightened tone, he raised a spear near her and held it at her throat and it was only then that panic began to rise. She felt her lower lip tremble and he shook his head and grabbed her arm roughly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">(Stupid woman. The King will decide what to do with you, but until then maybe you should spend some time in the dungeon.)</span> She shook her head and whimpered gently but another knight came from behind her, grabbing her opposing arm and escorting her properly.<br/>
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A new life with riches.. What a fucking joke. This was hell, and Amira was sure that this King was only going to make things worse..</span>