The Wicked Unicorn Lounge... as enticing as it is elusive. Its origins unknown, and even its true purposes inexact. Yet its promises remain clear, and a soul has yet to be disappointed that has followed its luring call.
She was just another woman in the marketplace, before the envelope was slipped between her fingers. Searching every set of eyes among the crowd, but could find no indication who the mysterious courier was. On its front, with the most elegant print, spelled her name, Shani, and within lied the key to another world few ever have the privilege of knowing, let alone seeing.
A decadent floral scent was infused between the cursive letters, and beneath the body of text lied a small sketch of the maiden, so detailed as if taken from her very reflection. Her hair of gorgeous locks, the soothing capture of her eyes, and the plump lips of her gentle smile. A strong flush filled her cheeks, and never before had she felt so beautiful. "What kind of suitor could this be?" she initially thought. The letter would bring that answer, and deny so many others lest she sought them in person.
"We are the haven for your innermost desires. We are the other half to complete your hungry soul. You long to escape this world barren of any true passion. To become lost within a sea of lust and sensuality. You are blessed with an irresistible beauty, that stirs the most primal wishes. Do you wish to fully awaken your true nature? To embrace your gift of unbridled sexuality? Reward yourself by entering our doors. We are The Wicked Unicorn Lounge: where souls depart to a land of eternal ecstasy."
Beneath the letter lies a slip of paper detailing instructions for a meeting place. Shani's eyes fixated upon the letter intensely, barely maintaining her composure among the surrounding crowd. Initial doubt compelled her to discard it, yet she found her fingers summoned a separate will, and they refused to release the letter. The inner passions of her womanhood were stirred by those words unlike anything she ever felt in her life. The most pressing question upon her mind then was if she walked away, could she truly live with never knowing what might have been?
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A crescent moon bathes the vacant meadow in its pale light, and a brisk wind breezes through the trees. Shani stands alone, clenching the letter to her chest. Her eyes begin to wander, peering into the shadows of the woods. The border of town is within sight behind her, and her feet begin to slowly slide backwards from the hesitation.
Then, leaves crackling underfoot are heard from beyond the trees. A distant, shadowy figure begins to approach her, then calls out, "How lovely to see you tonight."
The voice is feminine and calm, although it barely soothes the nervous heartbeat of Shani. "W-Who are you?"
A cloaked woman steps into the meadow. Her hair is of long, Autumn-colored curls, with a lithe figure and dazzling, almost golden eyes. She smiles at Shani and greets, "I'm your escort this evening. And my, oh, my, it's so satisfying to get a proper look at you."
"You... you're the one that sent the letter?"
The woman approaches until she's but a few steps away from Shani. "I was a little worried you'd might not show. Delighted to see otherwise."
Shani releases a sigh and says, "To be honest, I'm... I'm still finding all this a little hard to accept. To believe. The idea that..." Her eyes break away towards the ground.
"That something so amazing could be allowed to exist in this world? My coworkers might disagree, but..." She places a hand on Shani's shoulder, helping her regain eye contact. "I'd like to think of my work as rescuing. Rescuing women from the world of man that would deny them their true, full self."
"I... I don't understand."
The cloaked woman points to Shani's heart and says, "Oh, but this does. And soon the rest of your body will as well." She then extends her hand to Shani. "But for now, why not just listen to your true feelings, and discover what a beautiful woman like yourself is entitled to?"
Her wrists begins to tremble, but she begins to slowly reach for the woman's hand, and takes her grip.