The Sinful Circus

Chapter 1: Astoria and Orpheus

Astoria:

A beautiful young woman sat on the wooden floor of a grand stage panting, she had eyes squeezed shut and small beads of sweat dripped from the sides of her head, long platinum blonde hair pulled up into a bun. She wore a simple black leotard with spandex shorts that hugged every curve of her petite yet voluptuous body. Her pale smooth skin shined with sweat from the rigorous dance routine she just performed and her chest rose up and down fast as she tried to catch her breath.

“Miss Astoria, I brought you some water.” A young girl, no more then 16 spoke sweetly as she handed the panting blonde a bottle of water.

Astoria took the water, uncapping it and gulping it down quickly before looking back up at the girl with ocean blue eyes.

“Thank you Nina, it’s exactly what I needed” Astoria said softly as the girl “Nina” blushed in happiness at being able to help the older woman.

They were in the grand opera theater of their school for fine arts and music, and Astoria being the main star was going through rehearsals for her upcoming show in just a few days’ time. Flyers with Astoria’s gorgeous face had been handed out everywhere, including different towns nearby, and almost everyone spoke of the beautiful woman with the heavenly voice.

Astoria Vandercross is a beautiful and brilliant straight A student with a sweet and loving disposition, She is rarely cross and is always helping those who ask. Dubbed as the schools angel she also has another nickname, “The Siren”. Ironic since that is exactly what Astoria is. A young female siren that grew up on land with limited knowledge of her siren heritage as her mother had passed away when she was very young. Sworn to secrecy, only Astoria’s father, brother, and best friend know of her heritage as sirens are thought to now be extinct. Astoria never used her siren powers as she promised her mother she never would, however her voice was still so lovely even without the power behind it that people could not help but still be memorized.

Astoria rose from the floor, patting herself off as she did, and clapped her hands.

“Alright everyone, that’s enough break time! Its time to start rehearsal again!” She spoke loud enough to the others that were scattered around the stage in small groups still trying to catch their own breaths from the first round of practice. Moans and groans were heard all around the theater but no one openly complained, too scared to disappoint or upset their beautiful “Angel”. Astoria let a soft smile grace her plump soft pink lips before heading to the center of the stage and queuing the music to begin.