She looked into the mirror, relaxing her lips to apply her final touch of ruby red lipstick. Her lips rubbed together to evenly spread the cream tint across them. Rose couldn’t help but smirk at her reflection. She always looked good, but when she finally saw herself with a red, juicy pout, a fresh wave of confidence came over her.
She capped her lipstick, stuck it in her purse, pulled the black hood of her coat over her head. Rose looked back at the New York city penthouse that she had called home for the last few months. There wasn’t really anything wrong with it. In fact it was quite well furnished, and had a quirky character to it. The kind of character that made it feel like more of a home, but also made some visitors uncomfortable. But something in Rose’s heart was telling her to go elsewhere.
In another place, there was a man who needed her, and who was willing to pay the price for her love and companionship. She didn’t know who or where he was, but her heart had yet to steer her wrong. Rose’s friends and family complained of her relationship with her heart, worrying that Rose let it control her entire life. After all, her love life was tumultuous and constantly evolving. For the mothers and girls interested in settling down and providing stability to their family, Rose’s life was terrifying. But for Rose, it was just what it was; a good time.
With a final sigh, she put on her sunglasses and locked up, not expecting to return for at least another moon.
…
That night, Rose found herself sipping martinis with an old friend, Elizabeth. Both of them were impulsive and had strong intuitions. Neither of them had planned to meet at this bar, and neither had expected to see the other, but neither would have considered their meeting a coincidence. They seemed to run into each other at the most convenient times. It felt as though the universe would pull them together to inspire each other and then let them resume their own journeys. .
This was the first sign to Rose that she was on the right path. Sharing good times with old friends is always a sign that more friends are soon to come. When the old friend was Elizabeth, and the shared good times were in a posh bar, the new friends were sure to be rich old men, Rose’s favorite.
As the two girls giggled, caught up, and gave advice, their good energy reverberated throughout the crowd of coked out dancers. Contrary to what simple minded men think, it’s not the looks of women that grant them free entrance into and privilege inside of the club. Its their smile, laugh, and flirtatious nature. The seductress has a magic that makes butterflies swirl in your stomach, and your tongue openly share secrets. She enchants you into sacrificing for her, hoping you might get closer… but all in vain. For a single night, the accumulation of sacrifices as small as cocktails are enough to make free entry of females a necessary strategy for bar owners.
While some girls knew of the feminine power they held, few had been able to master it like Rose and Elizabeth. They were past the point of looking to men to finance their livelihood, that was child’s play. Early in their romantic careers, they had acquired enough funds and fortunes to secure themselves a position in the upper middle class for life. Not to mention private coaching from billionaire wall street investors who they would call “pig” or “slave”.
No, it wasn’t simply money they were after anymore. The problem was, neither could figure out what the hell they did still want from men. High after high, jumping from one big roller to the next, material things were easy to obtain, it was that elusive “love” they were after. Each had experienced it only a handful of times, only to have it dashed away from them shortly thereafter. And neither had a deficiency of men who would proclaim their love for these powerful women.
“Perhaps thats our problem” Rose shrugged and smiled as she breathed out another puff of her cigarette.
“Now how could having too many men being madly in love with us be our problem?” Elizabeth teased and giggled. “Please explain how this could be a problem” she rolled her eyes with a smile, amused at her friend’s silly comment.
As if on queue, as if a sign from the universe was trying to show Rose she was wrong, two men in perfectly tailored suits walked up to their booth.
“Hello ladies, may we buy you a drink?” said the taller one smoothly. He looked directly at Rose as he spoke, the corner of his mouth curving up to match the mischievous look in his eyes. Her heart began to beat faster, as she realized, this was the man her heart had urged her to find.
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