The stage in the back of the main room was light up with sparkling light lacrimas, emitting a bright iridescent light, powerful but yet with a hue of fragility, almost as it was being controlled by an outside force, being bent to someone's control. A sweet melody played as a white clad figure stepped to the middle of the stage. Her curvaceous body drew the eyes of many in the club, even before she starting to sing. Her body was dressed in a white dress with a long slit up the right leg exposing a good amount of skin. Her bodacious breasts adorned in lace, seemed to draw more attention then she cared to admit. Her sparkling crimson eyes scanned the room, noticing the different exits and the patrons of the club, just in case something went down that she needed to be aware of. It was obvious that she was not just a normal singer of a cabaret, there was an aura of strength, as if she has been through many a tough time.
Her voice radiated through the club, an angelic like voice that enamored patrons of the male and female persuasion. The music continued to play as she started her song. Her body swayed and danced as she performed, adding a bit of movement unique to most cabaret singers. After her set she walked off the stage and was going to head to the back before something caught her vision from the corner of her eye. A man was harassing one of the hostesses near the bar and it was obvious she was not into it. She was trying to get away when the man grabbed her wrist and forced her not to move.
She tried to make her way through the crowd but was blocked by too many customers before she took a few steps back before running and front flipped over the group landing on the bar counter. "Let her go, Now!" She said with a clear interpretation of anger in her voice.
The man scoffed at her and said, "Mind you own business, bitch! Wait your turn and I can have you singing all night." He said with an almost evil laugh before looking back to the hostess. Anyone looking at the scene with easily see a streak of red hot rage on the pink haired girl's face as she swung her right foot as hard as she could, kicking the man straight in the face, knocking him down. As he fell and hit the ground she flipped off the counter and landed straight on the man's chest, knocking the air out of him, knocking him unconscious.
"Next time, tip your waitress." She said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and checked up on the hostess.