Moving their heads in synchronization, Alice and Helena observed as
Leather Pants Girl put her hands on the edges of the booth and leaned
towards Sera in such a way that it gave the DJ a birds eye view of her
ample cleavage. There was a few seconds of conversation and then a hand
with close cropped fingernails painted a dark and almost blood red
shade dragged a sensual path down Sera’s cheek. The DJ became more than
a little flustered and nodded her head in a quick and severe motion,
making Leather Pants Girl form a seductive smile before capturing
Sera’s lips in a slow and scorching kiss. Then she
walked towards the dance floor, her hips swaying in a delightful tease,
mesmerizing the DJ who only managed to snap out of that dazed state of
mind after several seconds had passed. 

Tilting the mic on her booth forward, Sera’s voice which was several
octaves lower and definitely huskier than normal, filled the club.
“This song isn’t a part of my normal playlist but it’s a very special
request,” Sera’s eyes remained focused on Leather Pants Girl who looked
over her shoulder at the DJ, causing her to smile widely. “I hope you
enjoy it.”

Eerie silence, particularly for a club, and then a familiar strum of
guitars that went from delicate to fierce in a matter of seconds poured
into the air along with the hard pounding beat of a drum and finally
the vicious wailing of a second electric guitar as the lyrics finally
sounded.

“I see a red door and I want it
painted black. No colors anymore I want them to turn black.”

Moving to the music in a dance that fit the song perfectly, enthralling
and seductively dark, Leather Pants Girl seemed to be lost in a type of
unfathomable sadness that entranced any who bore witness to it. But at
the same time she retained that overwhelming air of sensuality that
drew women to her like flies to honey, or as Helena would say, like
sharks to buckets of chum. Those women joined her on the dance floor,
all vying for her attention and all failing as Leather Pants
Girl had her eyes shut to the world and was dancing either with herself
or the ghost of a lover long absent from everywhere but the inside of her heart.

They would have continued to watch her dance, like everyone else in the
club, if not for the untimely interruption of the one and only, Gabby
Deveaux.