Thread: Inside Boulevard 9 [DamonHuntington x Love]

Candice Elaine Godfrey adjusted the sterling silver necklace and positioned the clasp to the back of her neck. She placed her palm over the precious stone that dangled just below her collar bone and gently smiled. She coveted green opals, and she especially desired this one. The matching tear drop earings were just as lovely, too. They were classy, flattering, and mysterious with how they glittered like a mini universe, and how you were always searching their depths for answers. Very much like she was, in her own right. A mystery. An enigma. A lady who had fashioned her own universe, and had shaped her own destiny. The Madonna of Chicago, some coined her - to those who appreciated her beauty. Candy, to those who were after her money. And for those who were after her power, well, Duchess Elaine did just fine. But in general, she was the Madame of Boulevard 9, the owner of Chicago's upscale night club that catered to any who could afford the pricey drinks and slaphappy girls. Yes, Elaine had made some names for herself, and she felt as though she was only getting started. There was more to her then just a successful night club, a wealthy name, and a Mafia at her fingertips. The stunning jewelry was only one gift she had received from the Mayor of Chicago, and it wouldn't be her last. Madame, your table is ready. A girl peeked into Elaine's private room, located in the loft of Boulevard 9, and she smiled. You look beautiful. Red compliments your skin tone. Thank you. Elaine replied, confidently. She didn't need compliments, but she knew how to be nice. Being nice had opened many doors for her, and even though this particular girl had no doors to rape, Elaine still took pride in setting an example for other females. She stood up from her white vanity, and snugged the red velvet dress down her thighs just inches above her knees. She had creamy legs, long and sleek, and the black stilettos only made her appear taller then her average five foot seven height. It wasn't that she enjoyed having some men look up into her eyes, but it was those heels that she adored so much. When Candice descended the stairs from the loft there was always that moment of pride which swirled in her chest. The music was adulterous, the neon lights were moody, and the smell of cigar smoke, alcohol, and body musk was beckoning. She took her time with the metal stairs, letting her hand slide down the railing as she surveyed the majority of the ground floor. Boulevard 9 was celebrating its 25th anniversary tonight, and there were streamers, balloons, and tinsel all over the establishment. There were familiar faces, but most were strangers. Everyone was dressed up in a little more glam tonight, whether that entailed nothing more then just extra make-up, an extra effort in casual attire, or extra attention to the little details that attracted greed, lust, and love. It was marvelous to Elaine, and she smiled. There was something different in the air tonight besides extra fluff, Elaine thought, and as she took her usual seat at her usual table, she fixated her heart into discovering what it might be. Elaine had golden, blonde hair that made Hollywood jealous, and expressive blue eyes. It was easy to underestimate her as the cliche, dumb blonde most jokes are made of. Sometimes she let them have their jokes, too, because Duchess Elaine always had the last laugh. She had a heart-shaped face with a cute nose, prominent cheek bones, and plush lips painted over with glossy red lipstick. A server placed her usual drink down in front of her, but she ignored it. She didn't feel like settling down into the booth at the moment. She would be meeting some people tonight, of course, and normally felt eager to go about business. But instead, her eagerness seemed misplaced, and so did the normality of it all. She crossed her legs and leaned back against the cushion of the booth, and folded her arms in front of her melon sized breasts. She was restless, she realized, and she hated how it made her feel uncomfortable. It made her feel not in control, and not being in control was unacceptable to Candice Elaine Godfrey.