August 20, 2018 (Monday) 7:00 PM Cardeal Hotel, 40th floor
Ivan went out of the hotel building.
August 20, 2018 (Monday) 7:30 PM Cardeal Hotel, 40th floor
Scarlet is a dauntless woman of luxuria. She dressed up with a revealing tube top tinted of garnet red velour fabric paired with a short denim skirt.
Her heels lifted her height up to a few inches. A thick make-up embellished her matured countenance, the highlight rivets to her bloody jade black lips.
After exiting from the towering building of Cardeal Hotel, she confidently walked hastily towards a dark and dangerous avenue.
August 20, 2018 (Monday) 7:34 PM Cagan St.
Waiting beside a lamp post, the street light illuminated a young boy's cherubic white face.
His serious eyes penetrate the hearts of passing women. Straight thin lips were drawn flawlessly on his good-looking face.
"Hi Ivan!" Scarlet waved at him.
"You're late again," Ivan grumpily replied. "What the hell's your deal with being on time?"
"Oh, don't be so mad, Ivan!" Scarlet teased him, pinching his cheeks until he drove her hand away. "We're not in a hurry, are we?"
He exhales impatiently. "That wasn't the damn point, Scarlet. You were making me wait with all the girls sneering at me!"
"So disrespectful for a young boy you are," Scarlet caressed her hand on his cheek. "Callin' me by my first name even though I'm older than you. And boy, they aren't sneering at you. They're adoring your lovely face!"
"I don't care. It's making me uncomfortable."
"Well, you also make me uncomfortable when you only use me to enter a bar club for your own desires."
"I'm not even entertaining prostitutes there. I just want the alcohols."
"Whatever you say, love. Hop in the car now."
Scarlet went around and rode her car as Ivan did so too.
Passing through the bustling street of Cagan, the neon lights from a spectrum of shades light up their way.
The dark and starless sky glanced beneath the sweltering people as the humid air slows down and hot smokes circle around.
The world bombarded with intersecting stories create a mesmerizing crossfire.
As they reach the bar, Ivan immediately walks in without waiting for Scarlet to catch up.
She's used of his attitude, it didn't mind her at this point. After going inside, Scarlet went to the backstage for her preparation, whilst Ivan sat down on a vacant seat alone.
The disco ball rotates, functioning as a sun, a beaming sun to warm their cooling nerves and freezing hearts. The flickering lights reel them off to a hallucinating dreamland, everyone's shut to innocence.
This is a sinful heaven.
Ivan got his drinks, an alcohol for his preferences despite his minor age. Scarlet had given him a special pass to enter the bar.
Few girls attempted to join him, but in vain, since he wasn't very interested other than his drinks.
Few men also tried reaching out to him, greeting his grouchy and problem-filled face with an endeavor to listen, but also in vain. Again, because he wasn't interested in anything than his hard drinks.
Later on, cheers hustled from men as their awaited entertainment finally came.
Women with such exposed clothing emerged to an elevated platform with a steel pole steadily standing like a soldier against iniquity.
Ivan saw Scarlet among the group of women.
The sparking spotlights tantalize men of their presence. Lust flooded the place from within the ocean of unholy hearts of men.
The women on stage started dancing as the music resonated a rapid beat. Twilight was the peak of beauty.
After the lewd intermission, the prostitutes went back to their respective rooms.
Ivan gulped down his remaining beers before hastily standing up and entering Scarlet's private room. The room was certainly cold and quiet.
"You didn't tell me about that dance. It was really disgusting."
Scarlet started taking off her tube top and edgy-cut short glimmering skirt. "Don't get so mad, Ivan. I never thought that you'd be interested either. What's with the dance, anyway? It's not like the routine was exceptionally peculiar for this kind of place. You should've expected it."
Ivan inhaled sharply. "You're really… nauseating." He tried massaging his temples to calm himself down.
Scarlet chuckled and went near him.
She slipped her hands inside his shorts and grabbed his crotch. Her fingers were chilling against his heating skin.
Her seductive voice slithered across his ears. "Cool off, young man. There's no reason for you to get irritated. I think your grumpiness could be solved with a tasty moment. Shall I introduce you to a younger prostitute?"
Ivan dispelled her hand from his crotch. "Stop this. I don't need any of that." He sat down on the single bed. The soft pillows relaxed his igniting senses.
"Ivan…" She called out for him as she faces the mirror to apply cosmetics. "Do you believe in God?"