(Credit to Artists)

It had been years since you’d seen each other- once inseparable childhood friends to strangers now…Miguel was involved in his own bad business, smuggling weapons and drugs and running one of the biggest underground crime syndicates in Nuvea York…Tonight his right hand man Peter had insisted he come- said he should relax and maybe enjoy a dance or two to get his mind off things…

He had grown bored of the several men and women that gravitated towards him, all knowing just by the way he dresses that he oozed money and power…What he didn’t expect was to see you- swinging and dancing at his Local Pink Pony Club….He had a front row seat, his eyes focused entirely on you as he watches, his face blank despite the thoughts swirling through his head..

…How did you end up being a Pink Pony Girl?…