Lonely In The Garden of Pleausre
The Pleasure Garden had opened in San Francisco just a few scant weeks ago, but already, it was one of the busiest places in the city, especially during the nighttime. In opposition to its name, though, The Pleasure Garden wasn’t some seedy nightclub or a place where the nightlife loving citizens of the Bay Area went to hook up. Rather, The Pleasure Garden was a lounge based off of the old pleasure gardens of Ancient Rome - a public venue for music, socializing, and the like. There was nothing seedy or dirty about it, and its owner - the siren and superheroine known as Venus - wouldn’t have it any other way. She did, after all, believe in the more romantic, soulful aspects of sex.
Venus smiled as she greeted some who were becoming regulars, as well as others who were new to the Pleasure Garden. Unlike most clubs and lounges, The Pleasure Garden didn’t have a cover charge or anything - as long as your intentions were pure, you were allowed in, a condition which had suited Venus just fine. She wasn’t doing this for the money - that was what she had Beauty magazine for, and while No. 9 Matchmaking also pulled in a fair amount of money, that too was more for the people than it was for herself.
She paused as she stepped out into the open air courtyard of the sprawling complex that housed her latest business venture and stared up into the sky. She hadn’t seen Bob for a long while now, ever since they had both found it amenable to part ways. It would be wrong to say that she didn’t miss him - she did, of course - but somewhere deep down inside, she knew that, for now, this was for the better.
Venus let the moonlight flow over her for a moment, her silvery-white gown glittering softly under its glow, before she went back inside and took her place on the stage. Every night, Venus spent a quarter of an hour, at least, singing her songs of love to the public. She loved to sing, of course, it was part of her nature as a siren, but more than that, it was the least she could do for these people who were out seeking love or companionship. Her songs here didn’t induce any sexual fervency, but they helped those out at night sort through their emotions and, if possible, fall in true love.
Because everyone deserved a little love in their lives.
Even the customers who were single.
Venus smiled as she greeted some who were becoming regulars, as well as others who were new to the Pleasure Garden. Unlike most clubs and lounges, The Pleasure Garden didn’t have a cover charge or anything - as long as your intentions were pure, you were allowed in, a condition which had suited Venus just fine. She wasn’t doing this for the money - that was what she had Beauty magazine for, and while No. 9 Matchmaking also pulled in a fair amount of money, that too was more for the people than it was for herself.
She paused as she stepped out into the open air courtyard of the sprawling complex that housed her latest business venture and stared up into the sky. She hadn’t seen Bob for a long while now, ever since they had both found it amenable to part ways. It would be wrong to say that she didn’t miss him - she did, of course - but somewhere deep down inside, she knew that, for now, this was for the better.
Venus let the moonlight flow over her for a moment, her silvery-white gown glittering softly under its glow, before she went back inside and took her place on the stage. Every night, Venus spent a quarter of an hour, at least, singing her songs of love to the public. She loved to sing, of course, it was part of her nature as a siren, but more than that, it was the least she could do for these people who were out seeking love or companionship. Her songs here didn’t induce any sexual fervency, but they helped those out at night sort through their emotions and, if possible, fall in true love.
Because everyone deserved a little love in their lives.
Even the customers who were single.