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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Alora[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=19F4BA][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Gossamer Dream • [color=19F4BA][b]Time:[/b][/color] NIGHT [/center]
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[center][color=19F4BA][b]Song:[/b][/color] [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/3sGfVqsXBflIQEbRhyztWC?si=3d1ed705b13d483c]Why Don't You Do It Right?[/url][/center]
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The club was stifling. It all felt like it was closing in as the chatter died out and the eyes turned to stare at her. Leaving nothing but the sharp clicks of her heels on the wooden stage and heavy anticipation.  Alora pretended none of it affected her though as she prowled up to the microphone stand. 

There she stood, her dress was a little glamorous number that shone like opalite under the spotlight. With her long pale lavender hair falling down her back, she looked like eatheral. Yet she paid no attention to the enamored audience, eyes looking through them. 

Then, as all eyes were glued to her, her lips brushed against the microphone and she breathed out the first words of the song.

[color=19F4BA]"You had plenty money in 1922"[/color]

The music from the band next to the stage started to lightly play, bringing more warmth and energy to the next bits of her song.

[color=19F4BA]"You let other women make a fool of you"[/color]

Eventually, she looked up and eyes that swam with syrupy purple, that seemed to have a hold on anyone they landed on. So softly and sweetly the words were sung as though they were as natural for her as breathing.

[color=19F4BA]"Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do
Get out of here and get me some money, too"[/color]

Now as the audience watched on, Alora reached out with her slender fingers to those who could not look away. 

[color=19F4BA]"You're sittin' down wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money that will put you out"[/color]

Most who saw her would assume her gesture of bringing her hand back closer to her was part of the entertainment. What they did not know though was in her grasp, the fae glamoured up to the tenths was pulling their joy and desire towards her. Stealing the feelings, or as she would say, taking what they had offered her to her own self.

There on the stage, the warmth of the emotions flooded her and a genuine grin and lopsided grin began to grow on her face.

[color=19F4BA]"Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do
Get out of here and get me some money, too"[/color]

Finally, for the first time in 24 hours, she could feel affection towards herself. So Alora pulled and pulled, drinking in all the feelings she could get.

Her singing continued so easily, it was so easy, she had done it a thousand times before. However as the song started to finish, her words got louder and her hands on her microphone became more lax.

[color=19F4BA]"Like some other men do
Like some other men do"[/color]

Now with a much more relaxed body, she made her way behind the velvet curtain. She seemed to stumble for a second but luckily she was out of the view by that point. Instead, all she heard as she annoyedly through off those high heels her sister had always loved so much were the cheers of the audience and the announcement of, "And that was our lovely Chimere!"

Hair now messy and in front of her face, the fae pushed it back to look at herself in the mirror and there once again was Chimere. Perfect beautiful Chimere... 

Alora needed a drink.