Cristina

Cristina looks like a devil on earth. She has something in the way she looks that can not be neglected.
She is not sweet, she is not kind. She has a red bow in her hairs that seems to behave like call to her.
The music is loud. Cristina goes close to him and start asking strange questions. She is hot, she is like a devil. She sings on his ears to let him feel the sound her voice and the sexy sigh of her breath.
The music get louder. The third Lagavulin makes everything more simple. She start being more adventurous, touching him and establishing a phisical contact. The music is always loud and everything is moving around him.
Thankfully his friend is gonna pay the bill, he is in another world right now. It is a world that keeps moving. Everything is hot, strange and insane. In a second of lucidity he realize he is falling down in a place he has never been.
She keep touching his body and his head. She is telling something he can not understand as he is focusing only on her lips.
"I do want you. Now. Come with me."
The staircase is dark and terribly warm. He has no clue where he is, she is taking him to hell and he does not know how to keep away from there. I tought the hell was down on earth, why are we climbing?
One of the glasses of the window is broken. He can't help looking outside. There is a strange flame far away. He can see it burning. Burning what? His soul, his respect, his dreams?
"There is a flame over there!"
"Nothing is there - come with me!"
"There is a...."
She kind of wake him up and they keep climbing the stairs.
"Where are we?"
"This is my flat - do you like it?"
The orgasm arrived very late for both. And it has been like a slap on his face. Like a dive in a cold pool.
Walking down, the glass is still broken. But the flame is not there anymore. "Where is the flame?" - "There is no flame darling" - "Are you kidding?".
She open the door, he has to leave. "I have asked you to come for sex - you have been taking care of me".
"No I did not".
"Yes you did. You kept stroking me even after. But you are not meant for this - you did look like being somewhere else."
"I don't know - can you call a taxi please, I can't walk"
"FIND A GIRL. NOT A BEAUTIFUL ONE, A KIND ONE. Beautiful is easy, kind is hard. Beauty will disappear, kindness will remain."
"Are we...."
"No we are not. You do not need me, you want something different."

Does the devil speak on behalf of your soul, from time to time?