Malaki Mayhem by Malaki Mayhem

Author:Malaki Mayhem [Mayhem, Malaki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

A burlesque show...not where Ara expected the antisocial cambion to kick up his heels, but she supposed it would probably be the ultimate interaction without having to actually interact with anyone.

Nerina led the way through the door of the posh establishment that hosted the nightly dinner and show; the lights above the entrance read “Cabaret Amonrila.”

Inside the door, in a small area curtained off from the dining room and theater by luxurious red fabrics, a beautiful hostess with no hair and smooth glittery skin greeted them with a big smile. She wore a stunning kimono. “Ah, welcome, Nerina. Two for tonight’s show? You’re early, but it starts soon.”

“Actually, we’re just here to see Bash,” Nerina said, smiling back at her.

The hostess nodded. “You know where to find him.”

“Thanks.” Nerina grabbed Ara’s hand and pulled her through the curtain.

Ara took in her surroundings. A large stage stood across the room from them. Dozens of tables spaced on the floor between the entrance and the stage. It was an immensely spacious area, made to seat a few hundred spectators with room for the performers to still navigate comfortably between the tables. The show hadn’t started, but music played from the stage and patrons of all species and origins already filled up the tables. Candles set on the tables and suspended from chandeliers lit the room, creating a cozy ambiance.

The show itself would be flashy, with performers acting out parodies of more serious works, variety shows, and so forth to make the audience laugh and enjoy themselves. There would be acting, singing, and dancing, and the performers would often make their way into the audience to interact with the patrons. She would have to bring Phoenix back one day; he would love this.

Nerina turned to their left and led Ara along the wall toward a small two-chair table situated in the dimly lit corner farthest from the stage. Ara could see a figure sitting there alone with his back to the corner. A glass of glowing liquid sat on the table in front of him.

As they approached, Ara’s vision adjusted to the dim light. The figure from the table eyed them warily. His blond hair, long enough for his parted bangs to touch his cheekbones, perfectly framed his face--not a strand out of place, the perfection likely due to the incubus blood in his veins. His golden eyes, featuring serpent-like pupils that reminded Ara of dragons’ eyes, never left Ara.

He wore a black leather jacket, gray t-shirt, and jeans. It looked like his clothes were probably imported from the human world. Though he couldn’t visit, others in the realm could, and certain items sold well in the goblin market. Several gleaming studs of assorted colors and sizes lined both ears, and a tattoo crept up his neck from under his shirt.

He looked like he could be a handful, but he didn’t look like a destructive, heartless creature to be feared...

Ara supposed looks could always be deceiving, but she couldn’t sense evil around him.

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