Page 7 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

“Are you worried about that dark elf again?” Allie has just finished her performance – she was amazing – and she is pulling off her costume underneath a robe.

She is surprisingly modest about her body unless she is on stage.

“I saw him in the crowd. After I finished my thing, he went over to stage one. He’s right in front.”

“I thought he was going to buy me,” I confess as I start doing my hair and make-up. “The first night. But he just sits there. And stares. He doesn’t even react to my performance. He just stares at me!”

My wavy red hair is shocking against my pale skin and tonight I am wearing a red dress, corset, and panties to match the color of my hair.

I twist the front strands of my hair away from my face and pin it in place. I secure the rest of my hair at the nape of my neck.

I’m doing everything that I can to not trip tonight, and I am certainly not going to fall victim to my hair.

Allie touches up my make-up as usual.

“I’m scared.” I whisper and she nods sympathetically. Allie, who is gorgeous, has had several patrons turn stalker on her before.

She knows that kind of fear I am feeling.

“But he hasn’t said anything yet,” I continue speaking. “So, it could be nothing.”

She nods again, but her eyes are hard, and she presses her full lips into a thin line.

Allie and I both know that things like these are never just ‘nothing’.

Human women are the most endangered species on Protheka. And dark elf men are our natural predators.

“He hasn’t bought anyone yet,” one of the other dancers walks in. Every single one of the dancers knows about the dark elf with yellow eyes. It’s hard to keep a secret in a changing room. “And I’ve checked with everyone. None of them know him.”

We don’t all work the same shift. She must have found out on her day off.

My heart stutters again, and I swallow shallow breaths of air as Allie finishes my make-up.

“You need to remain calm. Go do your best on the stage and don’t engage with him.” Allie tries to calm me down, and I nod at her.

“I’m sure everything will be fine in the end.” I tell her although my voice is wobbling.

“Of course, it will be.”

And with that, Allie gently pushes me out of the changing rooms.

I try to focus on the music, which pulses to life as soon as I take a step toward stage one.

The music is dark and sensual and thick against my skin. It hasn’t stopped raining each of the nights that the yellow-eyed dark elf has been here.

There has been a fight every night he has been in. It is like he attracts trouble.

Tonight, I just have the pole, no chair.

I swing around it, gyrating around it and against it.

I know that this isn’t my best performance, but my most loyal patrons have shown up on schedule, and the quality of my performance does not seem to put them off.

The music changes halfway through the performance, and that is my cue to rip my dress off and reveal the curves of my body.

For a second, I hesitate.

Maybe you shouldn’t do this while he’s here.

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