The Composer

 Melodic music is softly played through the sound system. Nothing you can dance to, more of a supplemental message under the tunes. I know this because I created it. At the back to the left there is a curtain that has several hidden secrets. I know of these secrets because I know the owner, whose name is Feast.

Fish is, of course, a cover name. Isn’t that a very satisfied person? What’s adorned him with . he liked it so much. He decided to keep it . he stands at 5 feet, 11 inches tall . complexion is deceitful. At 1 moment, it is the color of dark Bron in the class that light hits from the above ceiling.

And then at the next, it could be sweet. Honey. In the summer, when the sun is just right.

His eyes are just as deceiving tonight. They are hazing, leaning towards green.

He outlines the rooms with dark chocolate liner. His lips are pouty but natural. His hair is pulled back. But if allowed to be free, it falls in waves right at his jawline.

I left my glass of water with lemon to my lips and tear my gaze away from him. It is not unusual for me to watch. And he knows it . a matter of fact he encourages need to watch .

The music changes, and I notice two people enter.

One man tall, wearing all black. That’s a silver chain link. Reminiscent of circle cuffs. What does it scream to me? They are wanna be’s. The woman stands two inches, shorter, nice frame tits too big and pronounced. Giving, just have them done so look at me .

I’ve seen this before. it’s not unusual. They’re on the hunt. I chuckled to myself because I swear they will not stand a chance here.

But it will be fun to watch them try. They split up to work in their rooms separately. For a power dynamic, they are horrible at it.

It’s best that I describe the room to you. It will give you an understanding of  why I say what I am saying . At the bar there are several spots are taken by those who are are newly awakening to this way of life, and yet they both crash and burn.

Let’s move more into the room. You get those who are more seasoned and know exactly what they like and who they would like to play with .. Yet again, they burn. They regroup at the bar, looking around and the woman spots me.

Again, internally, I laugh. If they choose to come to my table, they have lost before they even begin. She whispers something to him, and he glances my way as if I am the last target for the night.

They both walk over and take a seat across from me

  Error one

“ You’re sitting in the dark just watching. Do you like to watch?” she asks, waiting for me to respond.

  Error two

 I sit and wait to see what he says. He crosses his arms to show what? He’s fit? I’m not impressed.

“Do you want to join us in a little fun?”  she asked as he sat there watching, engaging me.

  Error three

“ My name is Emma and this is Balka. Your name is?”

 I have to correct this before they end up regretting, what they are inviting into their night. I begin to tap my finger against the glass to the beat of the new song. it’s odd that this particular song is played at this time. I look at both of them before I say one word.

Leaning forward, I say, “ First, you were not invited to sit in my space. Second, you ask too many questions. Third you two do not know what you are doing.  He is supposedly the dominant of you, too and you I guess is the top?

 I’m going to tell you what I see. What I see is two submissives who think they know what they are doing. Did you get your information off the internet or something?”

 I watch to see you what I have said sinks into their heads. He has still not uttered one word, but I knew I had struck a nerve by the way he was clenching his jaw.  She, on the other hand, looked taken aback by my obvious and on-point observation.

 Leaning back in my chair, I decided, why not? “ What I’m going to do for both of you is generous. Since you need something tangible to call me. My name is A.”

 I say this while tapping a different beat on my glass, opposite the beat that is playing in the systems at this exact moment. They both feel confused and a little angry.

“You are very presumptuous to state what you think we are. “A” is the name you’re going by? Really like The Scarlet Letter?”

 My taps change again, they shift in their seats.

 I tell them, ” Go to room 12. Remove all your clothing and wait for me. You do not speak until you are spoken to.” This aimed at the mouthy woman.

 Watching both of them I see the effect that I’m having on them. Their eyes begin to dilate.  They do not understand who I am and what I do. They rise from my table and start walking towards the back. They must have done research on the club to know the rooms are in the back.

 Once they left, Feast walked over to me with a grin.

“Hey, what’s up with those two?”

 I look at him with a slight smile on my face, but I have stopped tapping on the glass.

“ I feel like creating a new song tonight.  Do not worry, they will remember, and maybe they will learn what it means to come to my table.”

  Feast starts to chuckle and leans down so no one else can hear what he says to me.

“ I feel sorry for them.  They got snagged in the web.”

With that, he leaves and goes back to charming two possibilities for himself tonight. Everyone who is vetted into this club knows that once you sit at this table, you are snagged into the composer’s web. 

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