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Most nights at the Moulin merged into one for Anthony. The phrase ‘work hard, play hard’ had never applied more to another man in the world. Clawing his way up, there was no way he wasn’t going to cling onto his reputation and riches no matter who he had to schmooze with, to take care of, to keep in the palm of his hand. But when it came to letting his hair down, he allowed himself to drown in the red silk atmosphere that was the girls, the drink, and the music.
That night was no different, the band played and it filled the air with a thickness that paired perfectly with the scent of perfume, smoke and liquor that lingered in the air. Times like those he wished he had more hands as he abandoned a glass of absinthe on the table in front of him. He had occupied one hand with a cigarette hung lazily between two fingers and the other with a large handful of Babette’s sweet little ass as she sprawled deliciously in his lap; all delicate limbs and teasing caresses.
With a little squeeze, he half watched the stage, the other half of his attentions buried in the blonde’s neck for a few moments before bringing the cigarette up to his lips and gesturing toward the boisterous happenings before them. “We’ve a few new girls in our midst, mon petit agneau. Are they treating you well?”