( I Get Off- Halestorm http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptHQhJTAu-Q )
It was a random moment where Spade's talents would be exposed for the more art based inspiration of the Dark Court. It had only been maybe a handful of times that she had sang and performed in public but it was a evening meant for happenstance and dark offerings.
All Hallow's eve came like a wicked temptation to her soul. The Crymson Tryst had sent out an invitation that Sidonie couldn't resist. The Ace of Spades had ever been intrigued by the fetish club and when she was invited to perform at their Hallow's Eve/Samhain party, she could not say no.
Palming that glossy black business card with its blood red writing she tossed it aside and fixed her stocking. Black fishnets, micro mini, thigh high black boots and the red velvet corset with its lacing of black ribbons that left little to the imagination when it came to her ample chest.
Black tresses slicked back and mouth a cherry red lollilop slick beckon for a mouthwatering kiss of gloss.
Spade had gone all out as she hit the stage as the band worked those first chords out of the melody.
You don't know that I know,
You watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge
To stand here in the light
You're greedy eyes upon me
And then i come undone
And I could close the curtains
But this too much fun
Her voice was black velvet and sin, passion unleashed as a hand smoothed through her hair and she practically purred into the microphone. Wicked thoughts. Wicked deeds. Her eyes were hardly the tourmaline of offerings but the color of twilight as she revealed that Dark Court part of her soul. Thoughts turned to wants, needs, desires she courted and danced with. Such an edge ever played upon. Coyly. A writhe of hips against the microphone stand as her head was thrown back and those lyrics were belted out
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
Her body was electricity and thunder, wild storms and shadows in writhing twisting. Embodied passion and sin. A lick of lips as the words rolled as that slick knowing grin touched her lips
So much left unspoken
Between the two of us
It's so much more exciting
To look when you can touch
You could say I am different
And maybe I'm a freak
But I know how to twist ya
To bring you to your knees
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
The microphone was grabbed as she sank down to her knees and crawled in that feral way of hands and knees to the edge of the stage, wild lightning in her eyes as they locked on one of those gathered within the crowd.
Leanan Sidhe at her awakening and exposure. No Glamour no charms but the unadulterated wild of the Dark Court Fae. Up to her feet then she was a prowling creature to move and grind against the band. Slick lines of sweat rolled, leaving her glistening like that siren beckon for the end of life.
The Sweetest taste of her could be laced with poison when she was in this mood and spirit. Ending the song as her chest moved with her battering of heart. Alive in those hours. Energy and Spirit.
But you don't know
What you can't see
Is what I do for you
I do for me
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
Yeaaaaaaaaa...
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
YEaa....I get off
YEaa....I get off
I get off
It was a random moment where Spade's talents would be exposed for the more art based inspiration of the Dark Court. It had only been maybe a handful of times that she had sang and performed in public but it was a evening meant for happenstance and dark offerings.
All Hallow's eve came like a wicked temptation to her soul. The Crymson Tryst had sent out an invitation that Sidonie couldn't resist. The Ace of Spades had ever been intrigued by the fetish club and when she was invited to perform at their Hallow's Eve/Samhain party, she could not say no.
Palming that glossy black business card with its blood red writing she tossed it aside and fixed her stocking. Black fishnets, micro mini, thigh high black boots and the red velvet corset with its lacing of black ribbons that left little to the imagination when it came to her ample chest.
Black tresses slicked back and mouth a cherry red lollilop slick beckon for a mouthwatering kiss of gloss.
Spade had gone all out as she hit the stage as the band worked those first chords out of the melody.
You don't know that I know,
You watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge
To stand here in the light
You're greedy eyes upon me
And then i come undone
And I could close the curtains
But this too much fun
Her voice was black velvet and sin, passion unleashed as a hand smoothed through her hair and she practically purred into the microphone. Wicked thoughts. Wicked deeds. Her eyes were hardly the tourmaline of offerings but the color of twilight as she revealed that Dark Court part of her soul. Thoughts turned to wants, needs, desires she courted and danced with. Such an edge ever played upon. Coyly. A writhe of hips against the microphone stand as her head was thrown back and those lyrics were belted out
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
Her body was electricity and thunder, wild storms and shadows in writhing twisting. Embodied passion and sin. A lick of lips as the words rolled as that slick knowing grin touched her lips
So much left unspoken
Between the two of us
It's so much more exciting
To look when you can touch
You could say I am different
And maybe I'm a freak
But I know how to twist ya
To bring you to your knees
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
The microphone was grabbed as she sank down to her knees and crawled in that feral way of hands and knees to the edge of the stage, wild lightning in her eyes as they locked on one of those gathered within the crowd.
Leanan Sidhe at her awakening and exposure. No Glamour no charms but the unadulterated wild of the Dark Court Fae. Up to her feet then she was a prowling creature to move and grind against the band. Slick lines of sweat rolled, leaving her glistening like that siren beckon for the end of life.
The Sweetest taste of her could be laced with poison when she was in this mood and spirit. Ending the song as her chest moved with her battering of heart. Alive in those hours. Energy and Spirit.
But you don't know
What you can't see
Is what I do for you
I do for me
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
Yeaaaaaaaaa...
I get off on you
Getting off on me
I give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off
YEaa....I get off
YEaa....I get off
I get off