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Name: Margret "Maggie" Leopold
Age: 17
Appearence: Maggie

Maggie swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at the huge building before her. Lights lit up the sign of the best known club in all of France. The Moulin Rouge. Men of all ages stood and meandered around. The smell of liqueur hung in the air with the smoke. Maggie had to fight the urge to gag.
"PLease daddy, don't do this!"
The man looked down to his daughter. She was wearing the best dress the poor family owned, and her face was covered in a small amount of make up in an attempt to make her look older. "I'm sorry child, but you brothers need the money."

With her mother sick, and her fathers minimum wage job, the family didn't make enough money to support them all. Her little brothers were slowly starving. Maggie however was a beautiful girl, if given to the club, her father would have enough to feed the rest of his family for a while.

"Daddy please." Tears dripped down her cheeks as she watched her father walk away and disappear into the crown. Trembling, Maggie turned back around to face the man that had just paid for her. He was a big man in every sense of the word. Tall with broad shoulders and a large rounded stomach.

"Come now girl," He took her hand and drug her into the depths of the club. Smirking he looked over his shoulder. "You have a good shape to you, just need the right clothes and lessons on dance then you should make us some big money. I am putting you in the care of our best girl, she will teach you everything she knows." He grinned.

Maggie didn't like the sound of any of this. She looked around and saw half dressed women climbing on drunken men. They were being touched and fondled and the sight sent chills down her spine. Could a girl like her really survive in a place like this?

Name: Mayling "Alee" Wong
Age:20
Appearance:Alee

Alee stood near the door that lead to their secret world. She stared out as she heard the others make fun of a poor little girl that had been brought into their club. She could feel the girls pain as she saw the fear in the girls eyes as her father Alee assumed talked to the owner. Alee hung her head as she heard the others mock the little girl calling her little princess. She knew the old wicked hags would give the girl a hard time and feared for the girl after hearing the words from the owners mouth. Wicked as she was known around these parts would not like the new girl. Just as she didn't like Alee. They where both young and beautiful something Wicked couldn't say anymore about herself. She turned as she walked to her won space and fished her long black silk fine hair. She stared at her painted face in the mirror in the skimpy dressshe wore it was her turn a long with a few of the others for their little act. She grabbed her fan as the music started and she hurried in her heals to the stage.

She closed her eyes as she walked on the stage and then just lessened to the music as she moved. She danced with grace as a beautiful dancer not the slut that most would view her as due to her roll in life that she had no choice in. She tried to think of her happy times as she danced before finding her self here at this place that she was to call home. France was not her home nor where any of these women in her her real blood family. She was twelve at the time she had arrived here. She had been waiting for her father when she was taken from her home. She had been stolen and put on a ship and when she was freed she was here in this hell on earth for most girls. She had never wanted power or money and never wanted to be coveted by men for her beauty. All she wanted was the safe arms of her father and her Markus.

She open her eyes as she scanned the room looking for her Englishman that she had fell in love with in this awful place. He had tried to save her and still does even to this day. He was rather handsome and she loved him for his kindness and his big heart. He was a very wealthy man. He had promised her that when he got enough money he would buy her from this place and she would no longer have to be any ones but him but she knew he could never buy here. She brought in to much money more money than Wicked now. She found to her dismay that he wasn't there now. She stared at the little girl as she danced knowing the girl would soon be like her a slave to this place and never able to leave. Wicked wouldn't teach her anything other than use her as a hoer. Just as she had tried to use Alee herself when she had first came. She had been lucky and Markus had saved her from the fate he was a nice man and had feel in love with her.


Name: Markus Vandor
Age: 23


Story: Born to a wealthy family. He has known nothing other than hard work for his money and that a life is worthless without some one to spend it with. He may be use to the finer things but he is not about helping dust off some one and find the true beauty in it. He came to France as he open his third bank and company in the large country. He found himself drawn to the well known club not because of the shows and the girls ready to please for money. But for a business meeting with a few clients. Once there he found the rarest jewel he had ever seen and had fell in love with her. Unlike most of the girls of the club she was one of the few who was not up for pleasing instead she was used for her voice and dancing. He fell madly in love with the beauty of the Rouge and vowed to one day free her and have her as his. Though he already is the only man allowed to have her due to the fact of how much money he pays. Not even the leading lady Wicca has had a go at him about it. Everyone know that once your in the club what Wicca says goes.


Name: Van Horden
Age: 20

Story: Born to a wealthy family he has spent his life enjoying only the best. He went to the best schools and is the top of his class. He earned his PHD at age sixteen. He is one of the leading business men of the time. He has found himself in France thanks to some help from a dear friend of his who has been teaching him all he needed to know about running a business. He has come to the place to be a partner in a new business that he and his life time friend are opening yet again in this country.

Maggie watched as more dancers filed onto the stage. Beautiful as they were, it was a sad fate that had fallen on them, and Maggie knew that it was now her fate as well. The man brought her to a door and beat his fist against it. A scary looking woman opened the door, blowing a puff of smoke into Maggie's face.

"She is your's now Wicked. Teach her what will be her new life." The man laughed as he shoved the fragile looking girl towards the older woman.

The woman grinned and took Maggie by the arm. "Come on Little Princess." She sneered as she pulled the girl into her room. "Let's get you into something a bit more proper." Once the door was shut, The woman began to strip the simple dress from Maggies form. Her face turned a bright shade of red. "W-What are you doing?!" SHe protested as she tried to cover herself up.
"Come now princess, there is no such thing as modesty here." The woman took another puff of her cigarette. "Listen girl. You are going to be working the floor while the older girls dance. You are to show skin, flirt, do whatever the men want you too." She grabbed Maggie's chin and forced her to look her in the eye. "That means everything."

Maggie struggled out of the woman's grip and backed out her door, clutching her dress over her. She shut the door in the woman's face and backed into a group of dancers just coming of the stage. A small cry escaped her as she looked up at the beautiful woman behind her. The woman was of asian decent and didn't quite seem to fit among the others. Maggie could still feel a few tears falling from her eyes as she looked up at the woman. She was terrified of what was going to happen to her in this place.

Alee quickly hurried off the stage. She looked down as she heard a soft sound and found the little girl she had seen during into the dreadful place. She reached out and wiped the tears from the girls face as she gave her a faint smile and a gently hug. She gently took her hand and lead her threw the darken hallways to her own little space where she placed the girl on the over stuffed couch. She walked to her dresser with all her different jewels and ornaments hung pulling out a piece of silk cloth that she gently cleaned the girls face with. "Shh....little one it will be ok. I promise to take care of you. I know what it is like to be so young and end up here and in the dreadful hands of Wicked. The women is the devil and will sell you any way she can. She will do anything to make you her slave here. I was twelve when I woke and found myself here." She said as she began brushing the girls hair.

She closed her eyes as she tried to forget the many things that had happen to her in the place. She looked down at the girl as she fixed the girls dress and helped cover up some of her cleavage.

Maggie's body shuddered as she still cried despite the kind woman' s words. she knew she had been lucky to find a girl here that would treat her kindly. Clutching her dress up over her exposed self, Maggie continued to wipe her cheeks as the woman brushed her hair. "I-I'm so scared." She finally mumbled after a while. The thought of whoring herself out terrified her. Maggie didn't want to have to deal wit h men like that. As much as she didn't like the idea of getting on stage, she would have much rather done that then 'work the floor' as Wicked had put it.

Finally she turned around and looked at the kind woman with her red eyes. "I don't even know what i am supposed to do." She tried to sniff back tears but she wasn't very successful.

Alee stared at the girl as she hugged the girl. "It will work out you will see. Can you dance?" She said as she stared at the girl not wanting any harm to come to the sweet girl. She knew the fear that the girl felt and the shame as well. This was not what they had chosen unlike most of the girls here who came here willingly they where brought here as slaves. "I bet your father doesn't know that you will not get any money and after this night he will never see you again. Once he steeps foot out of here he will never be able to find you. From this night you will a different person your real name will never be known here. They will change your look cut your hair dye it and anything else they want to do." She said as she looked to her door knowing it would be time soon enough to dance again.

Maggie looked up at her. "I don't want to change." She rubbed at her eyes and the seemingly unstoppable flow of tears. her shoulder shook as she tried to compose herself. Crying really wasn't going to do anything. At the question of dance Maggie nodded. "That's why my dad picked this place. My mother used to teach ballet before she got sick. I've been dancing my whole life." She took a few deep breaths and tried to settle herself. Her eyes went back up to the woman that was being so kind to her. "M-My name is Maggie." she offered. She didn't want her real self to be forgotten, it was all she had left.

"I am Mayling." She said as she rose from the couch as walked to her trunk and pulled out a long silk rob and then another. She quickly placed it on then put the other beside the girl as she walked back to her dresser pulling out another beautiful decorated fan. She then gathered a mass of things and took them back to the couch as she began painting the girls face again. This time making her look like a beautiful china doll. She handed the girl the fan as she stood up and began to dance. "Follow me. This is the dance tonight I will be doing. If you can learn it quickly you can come with me. I will take the heat from Wicca. The owner will approve you are to beautiful for him not to. If you can pull this off you want have to be one of those girls." She said as the words hurt her as she thought about the girls giving their bodies away. "Come hurry we don't have much time."

Maggie forced the tears to stop as the woman painted her face and handed her a robe. Her cheeks flushed a bit at being called beautiful. When Mayling pulled away and began to dance, Maggie pulled the robe she was given on and tied it around her tiny waist before she took the fan. She got to her feet next to the woman and watched her movements for a few moments before she started to copy them.

Growing up as a dancer, Maggie was used to learning routines quickly. She could watch her mother dance for five minutes and then repeat it flawlessly. Standing next to the pretty asian woman giving her direction, Maggie was able to imitate the dace perfectly. She hoped she had done it well and that she could go with her on stage. Maggie didn't even want to think about what would happen to her should she be forced to work the floor.

Alee steeped in front of the girl as the other girls appeared at her door as they stared at them both like lions ready to attack their prey. She stood tall as she quickly moved forward letting her slim and graceful frame sway as she did so knowing it was enrage the others for they could not do as she could with her body and make herself look as tempting as any and rarer than the finest jewel. "Excuse yourselves from my doorway. Wicked is calling for you now be gone we have a show to get too." She said as she snubbed the others and watched them leave. She rolled her eyes as she moved out of her room with a air about her that made the others move out of her way as they stared at her in awe and hatred. She knew if they could they would take her down in a instance as they would Maggie. "Come Maggie our fans awaits. Wicked will not like it if any of us are late." She said as she turned and cut her eyes to the others happy to see them scatter rather quickly.

Markus took his normal set in the club as he ignored the women who tried to fall about him wanting to have some fun with him. He rolled his eyes as he shook his head not understanding why any one wanted to be in such a place. Though he laughed at the thought. Here he was a millionaire a business man with a good name. Though he was here for one reason and one reason alone for his heart. The one women he would die for and give anything to have. He looked over at the other chair as his child hood friend Van sat there beside him. He had thought it was time that Van met the girl that had won his heart. He knew Van was not to happy about him falling in love with some Whore as van viewed all the girls that worked in this place. But that was the one thing Mayling wasn't. He had known her since the day she had got here and had loved her since then. He remembered the first time he met her in the ally way as she cleaned the dresses. Then again when she went to buy food for the girls. He remembered how she had hid from him for weeks because she was ashamed of what she was. He remembered taking a punch for punching the first man and only man that Wicked the witch of ran the club had tried to sell her body with out her conceit. He had known that night she was the one that he was meant to be with. He loved her and had tried to free her many times. Though he was close this time.

Van sat in his set as he rose a brow giving many of the nasty girls a look to keep them away from him and his friend. He was not to sure why he had chosen to come. Though he knew the reason was his friend. He couldn't let him down and how crazed Markus was about this girl he had to met her. He sat there hoping the show would start before he had to beat one of the girls who wouldn't keep her hands to herself. He wasn't into any of this as he knew Markus wasn't.

Maggie stood up straight and held her head up high trying to seem confident even tough she would have much rather crawled into the corner and hide for the rest of her life. She followed Mayling out into the hallway as they walked towards the stage and other girls. "A-are you sure i can do this? The last thing i want is to draw even more bad attention to myself." Maggie said quietly as she walked next to the woman. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the stares from the other women. She could feel the hatred seeping from them and it made her skin crawl. Maggie took another deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. It is just another stage, just another performance. She had done a million before, what was one more. Maggie had long ago gotten over stage fright, but it was this place, this crowd that made her nervous, not the act of performing.

"Close your eyes and think of the one person that you are dancing for. The one person that you want to make proud in the world. Forget where you are forget the hell that is ours here. For get every one and dance for that person Maggie. You will not fail you can't because you are going to dance for the one person that you love more than anything." She said as she walked she ignored the looks rather use to them now. She stopped as she stared at their stage. She pulled out her fan in one quick motion. "One deep breath and here we go." She said as she closed her eyes and walked as graceful as ever on the stage in her high stilettos. She froze in the middle of the stage as she struck as pose her fan quickly opening covering her face leaving only her painted closed eyes for all to see. Her eyes quickly flew open as the music came. In quick graceful movements she began the dance as she moved to the side so Maggie could join her. Together they would be safe together they would dance and dance only. Together they would rise above the place they had been given to.


Markus rose in his set as he saw the beautiful girl. "There she is." He said as he watched her in awe. She had always been beautiful but on that stage when she danced and put her soul into it and her song she was a sight to see. A beautiful young goddess that was gracing all in the room with her presence there. He had always loved her dancing and his favorite was when she danced with him in the ally way when they where younger in the rain. He had never forgot that day and never would. He felt his temper begin to rise at some of the commits the other men where making about her and their thoughts they where making public. He tried to keep calm not wanted to start a scene if he did he wouldn't see her again or be able to save her.

Maggie swallowed a lump in her throat. She didn't have that one special person. She didn't have a single soul to care for. Taking a deep breath she made a deal with herself. She would dance for that special someone. Even though he didn't exist yet, she would dance for him. She would hold herself higher than the other girls here and wait for the man that would hopefully one day save her from the new hell she had been stuck into. She could at least pray that one day she would leave this place.

She watched as Mayling went on stage and struck a pose and began dancing. With one more deep breath, Maggie gracefully walked out onto the stage blocking out the hoots and yells from the crowd. She struck the same pose as Mayling and began to move just as she did. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could do this. She kept her eyes closed for most of the dance, only glancing over at her dance partner on occasion to make sure they were still in sync.

Alee just smiled as the dance finished. She turned quickly as she grabbed Maggie hand pulling her with her as the other girls quickly rushed to the stage. She lead her back to her room. Before she could enter she found a few of the girls there waiting on her wanting a piece of Maggie. She stood straight as she slipped her her fan in her sleeve. She pulled off her rob as she greeted the other girls staring at the others in the eye. She stared at them as they blocked her door. The leader of the small three girl group turned to say something before she could look back Alee landed a punch sending the girl to the down as she picked the girl up and threw her against the wall. She landed another punch knowing the girl out as the other two rushed picking their leader up running to hid her before Wicked caught sight of their friend. "Bitches will never learn." She said as she turned opening her door as she threw her robe on the dresser.

Van stared as the girls he couldn't take his eyes off the other girl as he sat there. He was more than happy to follow Markus to the back rooms of the club that most never got to see with out a price. He wanted to get to know that girl not the one Markus was in love with the other.

Maggie was thankful for Mayling to take her hand and lead her through the place. When she saw the group of girls baring their way, Maggie felt her hands starting to shake. She didn't want any trouble, she didn't even want to be here. She jumped as she watched her new friend punch the other women and send them flying down the hall. They obviously had a problem with the fact that Maggie was with her. As soon as the door was opened, Maggie went inside and set the fan down. She wanted to take the robe off, but she didn't exactly have anything else to put on. That Wicked woman had ruined the dress she showed up in.

She looked up at Mayling as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Now what do we do?" she asked, her voice soft. She found a small rag and thought of taking her make up off. "can i take this off now?"

"Go for it the sink is in the back my room is up the stares there are some cloths up there that might fit you. You are a little bigger than I am." She hurried and shut the door as she walked around in the normal dress that most of the girls where always in as it was their normal clothes. She walked up the stares and removed the clothing as she laid on her bed letting her bare skin show the tattoos that covered her back and lower body visitable as she laid there. She wore only her lace panties and the lace bra that where both a bright red as she laid there. They only thing they could do was relax. She looked from her bed as she deiced where to put Maggie. She couldn't let her get a room of her own yet it wasn't safe. She rose a brow as she moved from her bed and walked to the door that lead to a spear room. The spare room was as big as her own and had its own bathroom and everything. She nodded as she liked the idea of Maggie having it. At lest then none of the others would dare to pick on her.

Maggie went to the sink and began to clean the make up off her face. She missed a few spots, but for the most part it was clean, so she set the rag down and looked through the clothes Mayling had pointed out. They were all rather revealing and not quite what Maggie wanted to wear, but she didn't have much of an option. She settled on a pale pink dress. It was strapless and far to short for her liking, but it covered up what she wanted, so she pulled it from the rack and began to change. She was modest, so she tried to do it without revealing too much. Then she stood and examined herself with a frown. Tugging the edge of the dress down, Maggie made her way over to where the woman was. Her face instantly turned red seeing the woman in nothing but her underwear but, she said nothing about it, just averted her eyes. "M-Mayling, are you going to get in trouble for helping me?" She asked. She would hate it if the woman got punished on her account. She seemed so nice and kind, it would break Maggie's heart if something happened that was her fault.

"No...what else can they do to me honestly. Just like what else can they do to you. You will fine we have no clothes her that cover us up. You may as well get over your shyness now. At lest I am in my undergarments. This room can be yours I was meant to have a partner any how. Wicked can get over herself. She want challenge me so quick as she would you. She didn't get the scar on her face by falling off into her dresser as she claims. The witch was going to sell me to some man Mark..." She stopped as she realized she had said to much. No one here knew of her lover and her dear friend they where both safer that way. She turned as she walked to her trunk and pulled out a red and black lolita dress it was rather short and low cut but covered more than most things as she let her hair down.

Maggie listened and nodded. She felt a little bit like she was being berated, but it was just the hard truth being pointed out. She was surprised that Mayling was telling her so much, but the woman caught herself and stopped. Maggie walked over to the room she was given. She frowned. It was plane and cold, it didn't feel like the home she missed and the thought made her shiver. But Maggie knew she couldn't dwell on that so she didn't let herself cry. "I'm sorry, I'll try to do better." She said as she fixed a wrinkle in her dress. She wasn't sure why she was apologizing, but it just felt necessary.

Then there was a knock on the door that made Maggie jump and her heart started racing. She looked over to Mayling to see if she should open it or if Maggie should go check it.

Markus waited at the door as he smiled hearing sounds coming from the room. He shifted his eyes to Van as he stared at him. "Amazing where they not. I am not sure who the new one is but rather beautiful on stage." He turned as he grind seeing Mayling appear before him in the lolita dress that Wicked had tried to steel from her some years ago. He walked in to room hold the door till Van did and shut it behind him. He turned as he quickly wrapped his arms around his exotic beauty and kissed him on the forehead before smiling. He had forgot the world till he looked up to see Van there and grind slightly as he pulled away from the kiss he had received from Mayling. He grind as he looked back to her heard her speak about the other girl. "Ah so that was the beauty with you tonight. Wretched woman that Wicked. She should be killed for the horrors she had unleashed up on young girls." He said as his temper began to rise as he thought of the many wicked things the women had tried to do to Mayling and knew she would try and to do to maggie if she got a chance.

Mayling jumped at the sound at the door. Without thinking she hurried back down the stairs and open it. She laughed as she found herself in Markus arms again. She leaned up and kissed him happy to know he was alright and still alive. She wrapped her own arms around him as she blushed slightly seeing another with him. She did dare remove her arms from him as she would have in a hurry in the past knowing that it would disappoint him if she did so. She looked to where the man was and gave a bow before shifting her eyes to Maggie. "This is Maggie she was just brought here to day. Wicked as already tried to break her in." She admitted not happy by the thought of the things the wicked women would have done to the poor girl. She loved Maggie for some reason and would do everything in her power to keep the girl safe. Though Mayling didn't worry to much after seeing the girls dancing skills she knew she would be safe by her own merit.

Van just stood there feeling like a third wheel as he watched the pair. He tried to look away though his eyes soon found their target. He froze seeing the girl he had watched on the stage only a few seconds before. "Maggie." He said in almost a whisper loving how the name slid off the tip of his tongue. She was beautiful as she stood there looking like a little doll. How could any man wish to harm something so beautiful he wondered. It pained him that any father would dare to bring their daughters here. Markus was right even in these places there was evil and not the evil one would think but worse innocents being hurt every night not having a choice.

Maggie stayed still as she watched her new friend go to the door and open it. She was a bit surprised when two handsome men entered the room. As Mayling wrapped her arms around the older one and began to kiss him, Maggie realized who it was. Still she looked away from the couple and tried to not to let her face blush. When she heard her introduction, maggie looked back up and gave the men a small smile.

As she caught the younger one staring her face blushed but she found herself smiling. Eventhough, she wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to hide herself. Despite that though, Maggie found herself stepping a bit closer to him. Maybe she could talk to him and give Mayling and Markus some time to themselves.

Stepping up next to him, she gave him another small smile. "H-Hi." she stuttered nervously. He seemed nice enough, and if he came with Maylings lover he couldn't too bad. Besides he was strikingly handsome. More so than most men Maggie had met in her life. The only thing was, Maggie had no expierience dealin with men who weren't related to her. She had spent her whole life taking care of her brothers, she never had time to meet men. Standing before him, her face continued to blush and she wished she had something a bit more conservative on.