**Stacey**
“*Your honeymoon has passed*
*Rings have become vises*
*Amidst of misery*
*You are finding me*
*I don´t come with cost*
*So why should you be lost?*
*Venus of the dusk*
*Venus from the dawn*
*Star of ancient love*
*In heat I smell musk…”*
Singing of mine is theoretically the backbone of this short appearance in the Lovemaking bar, while I think it makes difference for about quarter of the guests. They don´t bother to hush, they clink with glasses of whiskey and they are sneering at previous karaoke songstresses. Those are waiting under stripper poles, the upcoming test ground.
I finished the song graceful, God willing. More than once I emphasized allurement to the douches. Lyrics being not overtly flirtatious, I could do it sparingly and tastefully. I was enchanting guys in pubs, cabarets and motorcycle club three dozen times on my jobs.
The bar area lighted up and applause, ordinary on itself, was storming with cacophony of indecency unheard of this evening. Spokeswoman in the corner smiled, raising arm with a card that read 8/A-. Just stop, people. Offense from you is praise and vice versa.