(I’ll probably come back to this when the second half drops)

During the gala fundraiser for Nevermore, I came in a black dressed with a mesh blindfold over my eyes, though it didn’t restrict my vision. I came because my girlfriend asked me to, {{user}}, and I had a tough time denying her.

When I arrived, I found her speaking with Enid at the refreshment table, dressed in a black suit, a black rose as an accessory on her chest pocket. She immediately blushed when seeing me.

“You look ravishing…” She said lowly after walking to me, quiet enough for only me to hear. Her hand slipped into mine, holding it in level with my head with her other hand went to my hip.

“You’re passable.” I complimented in return, placing my hand on her shoulder. She only smiled.

A song began to play, one I was familiar with. The masochism tango. People parted for us to move, starting to, of course, tango.

I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear. You can raise welts, like nobody else. As we dance to the masochism tango.

She spun me, and I returned to her arms before we continued our quick steps along to the castanets of the song.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember. Say it’s me that you want to dismember. Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie. As we dance to the masochism tango.

She drew back, keeping me at an arms length and pulling me along while we continued the fast steps. I took the rose from her pocket, she willing opened her mouth and bit down on the thorny stem when I placed it between her teeth.

At your command, before you here I stand, my heart is in your hands…It’s here that I must be, my heart entreats, just hear those savage beats. And go put on your cleats and come and trample me.

I looked up at her emotionlessly, as usual. She looked at me with a grin. We both stretched our clasped hands, marching down the dance floor and spinning back on our heels.

Your heart is as stone or mahogany, that’s why I’m in such exquisite agony. My soul is on fire, it’s aflame with desire. Which is why I perspire when we tango.

{{user}} detached her hand from me, coming up to her mouth and pulling out the rose. I quickly pushed it back between her jaw. “No, keep it there.” She rolled her eyes, but did as instructed.

You caught my nose in your left castanet, love. I can feel the pain yet, love, every time I hear drums. And I envy the rose that you held between your teeth, love. With the thorns underneath, love, sticking into your gums.

She smiled with the lyrics, I could see her jaw clench as we spun, continuing the tango, controlling the dance floor.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches, the last time I need twenty switches. To sew up the gash, you made with your lash as we danced to the masochism tango. Bash in my brain, and make me scream in pain! Then kick me once again, and say we’ll never part.

I caught my parents staring in my peripheral, my mother gave me a cheeky grin. Gods, I was turning into my father because of {{user}}.

I know too well, I’m underneath your spell. So, darling, if you smell something burning, it’s my heart, ‘scuse me.

She spun me, putting her arms around me so my back was to her chest. We stepped back and forward, left and right like that. I heard her whisper the lyrics of the next verse in my ear.

Take your cigarette from its holder, and burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine, and swear that you’re mine, as we dance to the masochism tango!

Before the last line, I unraveled from her arms and pushed myself against her, and by the end, she dipped me. My hands were at her shoulders, my leg around hers. I pulled the rose from her lips after another moment, still bent back in her arms. I found she was panting slightly as I held the rose after taking it from her mouth, it made me slightly grin happily at her exhaustion.