Metanoia

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Cold silver lights flash over the dark room, illuminating every individual in the room at one time or another. A 90's song is remixed and blasting through the modern speakers that are installed subtly around the room. I can't seem to escape the strong smell of alcohol and burning tobacco. But escaping the stuffy atmosphere isn't the plan tonight.

I strut steadily in my sleek back heals, years of practice helps you perfect balance in this way. The glittery silver dress that clads my skin glows, and as I feel it rise further up my legs I make no attempt to pull it down.

My dark brown hair cascades in even curls down my back and shoulders, helping to hide the small tattoo on my forearm. The tattoo that could end me.

Small silver clad hoops hang form my ears, somehow helping me to fit in with the money-spoilt crowd tonight.

I feel like I'm drowning as my small frame hits against many other people. I swallow the feeling before it suffocates me.

When I reach the bar I hoist myself onto a tall stall, crossing on leg over the other. I order a water before facing the dancing crowd again.

My dark brown eyes scan over the cluster of people before landing on a slim woman who's dancing up against a tall man.

Molly Sanders. A ruthless businesswoman, depressed wife and self-made billionaire. Her jet black hair is cut into a neat bob around her well-structured face. She has pale skin which brings out her lifeless hazel eyes. A black dress clings onto her toned body, reaching just above her knees. Despite being at a night club she doesn't fail to look professional.

Imagine, thirty-two years old and your husband is having multiple affairs with other women, all at once. And doesn't she know it. I'd pity her if she didn't make her riches from pure evil.

She's a lawyer, one who only helps to defend people who don't deserve a defence. Murders, rapists, abusers, arsonists. You name it, she's more than likely helped them. And all for material goods.

She also owns a technology-manufacturing company. You cannot become a billionaire without exploitation and an unethical road to attain.

I keep my gaze on her until she glances my way. A small smirk grows on her lips when my eyes linger on her for a couple moments too long. My eyes travel up and down her body in a quick sensual motion as I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers before I swivel around, taking a long sip of my water.

I begin counting in my head, and on exactly thirty seconds (as expected), there's a light tap on my shoulder.

I turn my head and watch as Molly sits next to me, purposely brushing her shoulder against my own.

"What's such a pretty girl like you in a place like this all alone?" She asks, gently stroking my forearm and leaning close to me.

I bite my lip, sending her the most innocent look I can muster.

Everyone with a dominant aura is attracted to something pure and innocent. Whether they get the urge to protect or corrupt the purity, the charisma is there.

"I could ask you the same thing." I whisper, leaning into her so our faces are mere inches apart.

A small smile grows on her thin red painted lips and I stare down at them for longer than would have seemed intended.

She notices this and gives me a small kiss on my cheek. I squeeze my eyes closer and fist my hand around the stall I'm sitting on.

"Maybe I could change that then." She places her hand on my upper thigh.

I stare into her eyes and then direct my own eyes to her hand which is stroking eagerly up and down my thigh now. I place my finger on the diamond ring that decorates her engagement finger.