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I stroke her hair soothingly. "You have nothing to apologize for. Your performance was breathtaking. The audience adored you - their demands for an encore are proof of that."
She looks up at me with vulnerable, reddened eyes. "Really?"
"Really," I confirm, cupping her face in my hands. "You moved them profoundly. But it's also okay to feel overwhelmed by that. You're not just an artist; you're human too." I kiss her forehead tenderly. "No one can fault you for being vulnerable. Least of all me."
Tatiana lets out a shaky sigh and nestles into my chest. "Thank you, Philippe. It's just my parents never saw me perform at the Met."
I hold her close as her breathing slows. Then, when I feel her calm down, I take a step back and look into her eyes. "Tatiana, they're always with you," I whisper, reaching out and gently grazing a finger over her heart. "You think so?" she smiles a little.
"Lo so, amore mio," – I know so, my love.
She nods and wipes off her tears.
"What do you need?" I ask, worried. "What do you wish to do? There's a dinner here afterward. Or we could go home. Or anything you'd like. Do you want to go to New York? We can go to New York!"
Tatiana gazes up at me, a new spark lighting her eyes. "None of those. I need to let loose tonight. To escape all this pressure and have some fun."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"
"I want to go to your casino," she says, a playful smile teasing her lips. "I want a night of drinking, gambling and dancing. I want to feel alive again, Philippe."
Her request sends a thrill through me. A night of indulgence and debauchery with my songbird? It's a tantalizing thought.
I run a finger along her jawline. "I think that can be arranged,piccola."
Tatiana grins, all vulnerability gone, replaced by a hungry, hedonistic gaze. She kisses me hard, nipping at my bottom lip.
"Then what are we waiting for?" she purrs. "Let's go wild"
Chapter 32
Tatiana
"Ready, amore mio?" His deep voice rumbles, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
I smile, squeezing his hand. "Always."
We stand before the stone cave wall, its rough surface towering above us. Philippe turns towards a secret mark, proceeding with verification.
I glance at Philippe, but he's gazing ahead, unconcerned. I copy him, staring into a bright blue light as it scans my retina and face. We then give our fingerprints.
The voice returns, "Identity match. No weapons or unauthorized items were detected. You may proceed."
Philippe grins, leaning close. "Let's go have some fun."
With a gentle push, the stone wall begins to shift and slide open, revealing a mesmerizing sight. The cave gives way to a vast chamber lined with shimmering stalactites that glimmer like celestial diamonds.
The moment we cross the threshold, a faint glow emanates from within the depths of the cavern. The darkness gives way to a surreal sight—a magnificent glass elevator suspended mid-air.
We step into the chamber and allow it to close behind us, mechanics whirring.
The elevator descends into the depths of the caves, and as it does, breathtaking sights are unveiled before our eyes. The rocky walls give way to floors of underground caves, each level offering more pleasures than the last.
In the dimly lit elevator, we descend into the labyrinthine depths of Philadelphia's hedonistic haven. The elevator crosses the first floor, and I can't help but place my hands against the glass, staring around in awe at the pulsating swing clubs, the swirling dance floors, and the corners filled with bodies entwined in pleasure.
Eclectic stuntmen in glittering leotards swing off chandeliers, their acrobatic feats defying gravity as they perform daring maneuvers above our heads, hanging by mere shards of cloth. A cascade of confetti rains down from the soaring ceilings, andwomen in cages dance overhead, their bodies the epitome of sensuality.
Their bewitching moves captivate the mesmerized onlookers below, who cheer and applaud, their eyes filled with unabashed lust. Acrobats on stilts spread through the crowd, towering ten feet tall, bending over and pouring shots over guests waiting with their mouths hanging open.
