Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

At first, Karmen hadn't noticed the real reason there was a little bit of a commotion at the bar, her eyes subtly scanning the room for any potential man that could take her out of there without laying a dirty hand on her. Truthfully, there wasn't much to choose from, but after so many weeks spent in the middle of nowhere, her standards were going lower and lower by the minute. She guessed that in the end she could just take any man that at the very least had clean clothes on and didn't smell from a mile away. That is, until her eyes laid on a man moving closer to the stage. A man that looked way out of place, such that for a moment she wondered if this was just a figment of her imagination. A man dressed up in a suit, no less! Jackpot! This man would be her ticket to civilization. Or maybe even more than that, seeing how he didn't look that bad. No, on a second glance, this could be a catch indeed. If the way he was dressed was anything to go by, there was a change he had some money too. A charming man with money? A dream come true, of course. She could only hope that he didn't have the same kind of rotten personality like the one who dumped her in the middle of a desert. She swore that if she'd ever meet that man again, she'd beat him with her own hands. Though, she guessed that this whole experience had been a good chance to learn something. Never trust men who spend more time in front of the mirror than a woman. Leaving the hatred aside for later on, the brunette suddenly caught her target's eyes on her, seemingly taking in the pleasing sight of her curves. As soon as her eyes met his, lips curled into an equally sultry smile from her side. There was no way she'd let him get away now that she had his attention. If the start of the evening had been shocking for the viewers, what she'd continue with would be a show worthy of the Las Vegas she had dreamed of so often. Hush now, don't say a word, she voiced out, a finger raised up before her plump lips to match the lyrics as she slightly swayed her hips to the music. I'm gonna give you what you deserve... she continued, feigning a slight frown before smiling slyly as she moved closer to the microphone stand, one hand on the mic itself, the other traveling down in a slow motion. Now you better give me a little taste, Put your icing on my cake, You nasty boy! Oh no, oh there I go again I need a spanking, 'cause I've been bad, So let my body do the talkin' I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving Those lyrics along with the hand going up to her own chest this time, only to move south again, but more suggestively, got the men whistling, clapping and laughing loudly in a vain attempt to catch her attention. Karmen's attention, however, was on the new customer, her voice fuller and richer than the usual monotone songs, now than ever. The rest of the performance continued in the same manner, a hand occasionally twirling the mic's cord around her index finger in a playful way, her eyes most of the time directed at her so called prey of the night. Once the little show came to an end and the lights faded out after her thanks offered to the public, the brunette stepped off the stage, heels clicking with every new step she took towards that one table that seemed too empty with just one person sitting there. The noise went a notch louder again, marking the end of the usual 'good behavior' encouraged by Karmen's performances. The men were now returning to their previous business, just a few of them still following her with their glances. A quick sign to ol' Bob at the bar to bring her something to drink had him muttering under his breath at first, but in the end he resigned to doing her a favor just this one time seeing how well she had done tonight. That matter out of the way, she took a sit at the table, one leg over the other in a fashion that would naturally reveal more of her thighs thanks to the side slit of the dress she wore. Not that she minded showing a little bit of leg. And she could bet on anything that Prince Charming here wouldn't complain about it either. My, my... Never thought that I'd live to see the day when a man dressed in anything other than a pair of dirty jeans would step into this little town. she started off with a smile, resting a cheek against the palm of her hand as she tilted her head. What brings you around these parts, dear gentleman? Running away from home? Or perhaps from an angry ex-girlfriend? she added, purposely having said that to check just to be sure that he wasn't tied down to some other woman already.