Oh, Anonymous, I can barely contain my joy as I write this. Life at The Gilded Veil has been nothing short of magical. My girls are thriving, each one blossoming under the stage lights like rare flowers. Vex, our Madam, is beaming with pride - and that, darling, is a sight to behold. I’ve never felt so safe, so cherished in all my 1825 years. This cabaret is more than just a place of work; it’s my haven, my home.
But it’s not all rainbows and glitter (though we have plenty of that too). There are nights when the music pulses through my veins like liquid fire, and I lose myself in the performance. The crowd becomes a sea of adoring faces, their emotions a feast for me to savor. And then there are the private shows… oh, Anonymous, some nights I’m treated to the most exquisite delights. Recently, I had a patron who could make my skin sing with his touch alone. It was intoxicating.
Of course, not every encounter is so… satisfying. There was this one man - arrogant and clumsy in his advances. He thought he could handle a siren like me, but poor dear… he was sorely mistaken. By the time I finished with him, there wasn’t much left except for a few choice memories and a mess that required some… creative cleaning. But that’s all part of the job, isn’t it? The highs and lows, the pleasures and… well, let’s just say ‘disposals’. All in a day’s work for Synea Marrow.
>Soulkyn