<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>She hadn't expected Delgado to find her so soon and froze the moment she heard his voice, her head jerking around without her consent. He closed the distance between them and she tried desperately to get away, but the stage had her trapped between its hard floors and his hard body. He grabbed her and she let out a surprised yelp. He only pulled her closer and her green eyes stared frighteningly into his. The drugs she had taken earlier already made her heart pound, but with his imposing stature, she was sure her heart would explode.<br/><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Where's a room where we could talk? Alone,"</span></span>he said, the last word punctuated with a dark sternness that caused a shiver to go down her spine. What little confidence she had fled her and she found herself nodding.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Uh...y-yeah. We can...can go to my d-dressing room..." </span>she stuttered out in reply. She was one of the few girls in the club that had her own dressing room. It was a perk for being a dancer who could draw in so many customers.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered to the ground, unable to stare into Delgado's any longer. He made her feel small and weak. Then again, it wasn't hard to do anymore considering her life. She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp, but he held firm and she dropped her head some in defeat. She felt self-conscious and moved her other arm to cover her bare chest, nudging her head in the direction they needed to go.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "It's this way..." </span>she said in a small, trembling voice.<br/><br/>Why he scared her, she didn't know. He didn't used to. It used to be that she thought he was funny, charming even--she never gave into his advances though. He was too handsome for her and she was sure that he was some sort of player, but she never had proof of that. Quietly and with a shivering frame, she led him to her room. Once they were inside, he let her go and closed the door, locking it behind them. She grabbed a robe that was hanging on a coat rack nearby and threw it on, tying it tightly to herself. She sat on the small loveseat across from her vanity and folded her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"What is it you want, Delgado? I know you couldn't have possibly come out here to visit me..."</span>