There was a rumour, an urban legend maybe, about a private club on the dark side of the town where people said that the Golden Girl could be seen. Some said that she suffered from megalomania, others believed that she was an embodiment of a real goddess, a divine creature sent on Earth to please the aesthete’s eye. She was, indeed, unbelievably beautiful and always covered in golden garments and gold jewellery… at least according to those who actual could afford an ounce of real gold to see her. Yes, there was a price to pay for those who wanted to step inside the Golden Girl’s room somewhere in the back of the private club. No one knew what went down in that room, but none of those who paid to see her ever demanded a refund or walked out with a sour face. A megalomaniac, a goddess or just a very expensive courtesan? Perhaps it depends on whom you ask.
She had no one else to blame but herself. She had willingly come to the stranger’s house and had a few drinks with him. She had even agreed to strip for the guy. Her heart had raced as the man suggested they’d go downstairs. The vivacious fingers of excitement had tickled her core when they were descending the stairs down into the dusty basement. When the man had blindfolded her, why didn’t she resist? She had no one else to blame but herself. “Sit down. You will feel a mattress under you. And don’t move!” the man said firmly as he guided her onto some squeaky thing. Unable to see, she held onto what felt like rusty metal. Soon the rattle of chains and the clicks of little locks filled the otherwise dead silent room.
It was something she and her lover had been talking about for some time now. When the time was right, when the constellations and celestial bodies were in their favour, then and only then would she sacrifice herself to her lover. London after midnight. The candles burning lower. “I’ll sacrifice myself to you, right here tonight because you know that I love you”, she whispered as she lay on her back on the couch. Her lover crawled over her, cold breath caressing her skin, sending shivers down her spine, teeth gently pressing against the arch of her neck. Gone with the sin, her life would never be the same again.