Beauty, Freedom, Truth, And Love || Moulin Rouge AU || @multimutantmuse
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For Alumina, the Moulin Rouge was her home. Anthony Stark had taken her in as a teenager and raised her to be his star courtesan. He trained her in all the ways to please and tease a man, bringing her to the highest of highs in the Moulin Rouge. She was worshipped and praised like a goddess, but she was desperate for more. She wanted to be an actress and see the world, not just the four walls of her own bedroom when she was underneath a paying customer.
This night, she assumed, was just like any other. She was preparing for her performance when Anthony came into her room and explained that a man called “The Duke” was planning on coming to the show. He was filthy rich and, if she managed to snare his attention, he would fund them and turn the Moulin Rouge into a theater. And then, she could follow her dream of being a real actress.
Alumina sat on her swing above the club when the show started and waited for her cue, smiling gently as she was lowered from the ceiling, The lights dimmed and her hair glowed brightly as she began to sing, unaware that a handsome man that was dragged there by her coworker was staring up at her.
“The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives... and gives expensive jewels!”
