Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I looked down at my plain and unremarkable outfit and knew that I wouldn’t be able to get into the club looking like this. I needed to transform my look, and fast. Without a second thought, I began tearing and folding my clothes, trying to give myself an instant makeover.

I started by ripping the hem of my shirt, creating an asymmetrical edge that exposed just a hint of skin. Then, I tore off the sleeves, leaving me with a sleeveless top that showed off my toned arms. Next, I took my scissors and began snipping away at the neckline, creating a deep V that was both sexy and daring.

For my pants, I rolled up the cuffs to show off my ankles and give the illusion of longer legs. Then, I tore off a strip of fabric from the bottom of the pant legs and used it as a belt, cinching in my waist and creating a more flattering silhouette.

With a few final adjustments, I stepped back to admire my handiwork in the polished door of the club entrance. I looked like a completely different person, with an edgy and stylish look that was sure to turn heads. Confident in my new outfit, I strutted towards the club, ready to drink my worries away.

I pushed open the door to the club, and immediately the stench of smoke and sweat hit me like a brick wall. The music was blaring, but not my type. It was some kind of electronic beat that didn’t appeal to me. The dance floor was small and dingy, and there were people stumbling around, drunk out of their minds. The walls were decorated with posters of some unknown bands and various outdated advertisements. I felt a little out of place because the only club that I had ever been to was Ryan’s. Then I reminded myself that I was there for a reason.

I made my way to the counter, pushing through the thick crowd of people. Some of them were dancing, some of them were talking, some were weeding and others were just staring blankly into space. I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the middle of a sea of lost souls.

“Hey there, what can I get for you?” The bartender asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

“Just a beer, please,” I replied, relieved to finally get a drink in my hand.

As I waited for my drink, I couldn’t help but overhear some of the conversations around me.

“Hey man, you got a light?” a guy with a scruffy beard and a leather jacket asked another guy at the counter.

The other guy searched for a moment before finally giving up, “No. I think I dropped it ”

” Here! ” I tossed mine at them and the one asking for it, immediately caught it.

“Thanks, man. You want a hit?” The scruffy guy asked, pulling out a small bag of what looked like drugs.

“No thanks, man. I’m good,” I responded, quickly turning around.

I turned my attention away feeling uncomfortable just listening to it. I took a sip of my beer, and noticed a group of guys in the corner, huddled around a pool table.

“Hey, pretty lady. Wanna come join us?” One of them called out to me.

I shook my head, trying to avoid eye contact. “No thanks, I’m good.”

“Oh come on, don’t be shy,” another guy chimed in.

I took a deep breath and turned back to the bartender. “Can I get another one of these, please?”

“Sure thing,” he said, passing me another beer.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

I took a sip, and tried to focus on the music. It was not long before I was lost in my own thoughts, feeling a little bit more comfortable now that I had a drink in my hand. The crowd around me faded away, and I was able to enjoy my beer in peace.

I was sipping my beer, and trying to enjoy the music when I noticed a man walking towards me. He was tall, muscular, and had a smug look on his face. He leaned in and said, “Hey there, gorgeous. How about we grab a drink together?”

I politely declined and turned back to my drink, hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone. But he didn’t. He persisted, “Come on. You look like you need a man. I’m sure we’ll have a good time.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him, but then another man appeared. He was just as annoying as the first one. “What’s up, baby? You look like you could use some company,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I pushed his arm off me and said, “No, thanks. I’m fine on my own.”

But they wouldn’t give up. “Come on, don’t be like that. We just want to have a good time. Let us show you how happy we can make you, that you will be panting and begging on the floor,” the first guy said, with a sleazy grin on his face.

I was getting angrier by the minute. “I said no, and I meant it. Now please leave me alone,” I snapped.

They laughed as if I was telling a joke. “Oh, come on. You know you want to. Have you ever tried a threesome before? Give it a shot. Just one go. I promise you will come back begging for more,” the second guy said, grabbing my hand.

I yanked my hand away and stood up. “I don’t want anything to do with you two. You’re disgusting,” I said, my voice shaking with anger.

As I was leaving the club, I heard them snickering behind me. I felt violated and angry that they thought it was okay to treat me like that. It was a reminder of how toxic and predatory some men could be like everything belonged to them. Like they could have whatever they wanted. Whenever they wanted. Just like Ryan.