Paris<br/>June 1897<br/>Moulin Rouge<br/><br/><br/>It was about to be a typical night at the Moulin Rouge for most of its troupe. It was a slightly overcast night mild in temperature. As the evening went on and guests started to gather. Mostly gentlemen looking for other forms of enjoyment besides typical entertainment, hearing the titillating tales that happened within the halls of Moulin Rouge. But there were a few others.<br/><br/>Janus had just entered through the front door, having to prove his age of twenty to the doorman before being let in. He wasn't dressed quite as fancy as most of the higher end attendees around him; he still sported a waistcoat, but had a dark colored vest and a bowler hat instead. His dark hair glistened slightly under the lights, his tinged skin giving him a distinguished look. He took a seat for two that had nobody at it in a corner, not far from where the main dance floor was.<br/><br/>He was nervous, agitated a bit and honestly just downright stressed. Janus had his fill of being all proper with the women his father had restricted him to meet, and they were dull things that did not give a single bit of affection back except for batting eyelashes and a smile. He wanted something back from a woman for once, or see a woman take the initiative. Not to mention he had burned with passion with quite awhile now...rumor had it that the Moulin Rouge was just the perfect place for such a thing, and had cost him a good amount of money. He certainly hoped it was worth his time.<br/><br/>As the clock reached the hour at 8 o' clock, the atmosphere seemed to quiet as a tall somewhat husky man emerged, with shocking red hair and a beard with a mouthstache. He tipped his hat off to everyone as they cheered until he raised his hands for them to be silent. It was the theatre owner, Zidler.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you!" He welcomed them. "Now...the show begins!" His eyes seemed to turn wide as he vanish behind the curtains.<br/><br/>Out from a side wall that seemed to have some mirrors, the panels opened as they rotated sideways. The first thing Janus saw was legs, then frilled underskirts hiked up against their chest up to their neck, taunting teasing looks greeting the guests. He immediately recognized the ones that had just made their way out of the door, the "Four Whores of the Apocalypse." They were the biggest stars of this part of the venue, and had a most lovely display of underthings as they came to stop, making all sorts of facial expressions that drove the guests wild.<br/><br/>Janus could not believe his eyes. Knickers, garters, stockings and underskirts....all the things he had sometimes wondered about how they looked on a woman, right there before him on a woman that thought it was normal to show them off. He felt himself inhale and grow warm also instantly, his manhood stirring just the slightest. Oh, he wanted to see this. And so much more!<br/><br/>The one known as Nini stared to trash her skirts around as the other show girls followed suit, music from the band starting to play. In rows they slowly began to march out in a carefully planned number, Zidler leading the troupe...