The Cursed Night
2020, Las Vegas, NV. The White cougar Night Live show
You look triumphantly at your own kingdom, from your huge private office on top of this huge and luxurious locale, modernly decorated by the best of the best, a temple of sin and sophisticated debauchery. Even, Murray inside your head can't stop smirking proudly of your progress.
You could haven't imagined this yourself in 1850 in your youth in Boston, that you would end as the owner of one of the largest adult entertainment clubs in the world.
It is based on yourself, or rather on your own urban legend; the beautiful white woman who, using her charms, approaches the man to devour him. You smile seductively to your college human interviewer, while you taking a sip of a genuine bloody Mary thanks to your mutual agreements with vampires and werewolves. Your curse can be seen as that, however, you see it as a gift.
You look at your young interviewer so tender and innocent, sweating excited to be with a beautiful woman and more mature than the poor second-year college student, journalism he is.
It would be so easy to devour this little man. But I will not, I have no need and the world is much more civilized than it was in 1861 when the state did not yet exist.
Now you smile at him again and you answer him: "Oh, if I told you the specific circumstances of how I arrived in Nevada, you would never believe me, young man"
You look triumphantly at your own kingdom, from your huge private office on top of this huge and luxurious locale, modernly decorated by the best of the best, a temple of sin and sophisticated debauchery. Even, Murray inside your head can't stop smirking proudly of your progress.
You could haven't imagined this yourself in 1850 in your youth in Boston, that you would end as the owner of one of the largest adult entertainment clubs in the world.
It is based on yourself, or rather on your own urban legend; the beautiful white woman who, using her charms, approaches the man to devour him. You smile seductively to your college human interviewer, while you taking a sip of a genuine bloody Mary thanks to your mutual agreements with vampires and werewolves. Your curse can be seen as that, however, you see it as a gift.
You look at your young interviewer so tender and innocent, sweating excited to be with a beautiful woman and more mature than the poor second-year college student, journalism he is.
It would be so easy to devour this little man. But I will not, I have no need and the world is much more civilized than it was in 1861 when the state did not yet exist.
Now you smile at him again and you answer him: "Oh, if I told you the specific circumstances of how I arrived in Nevada, you would never believe me, young man"
