Chapter 64 The Ringmaster's Obsession Ch3

• The music pulsed like a heartbeat. Low. Heavy. As if it had risen from the dirt beneath the tent and taken root in the bones of every person in the crowd. The ring lights glared like moons, hot and hungry, casting halos on the dust swirling through the air.
• Eris stood backstage, blinking into the noise. She wasn’t dressed—she was displayed. Crimson lace, tight at the waist and sheer over her breasts, hugged her frame like a second skin. Her thighs shimmered with dust and sweat. She trembled, not from cold, but from the way the Ringmaster’s hand lingered on her hip.
• "You're on," he murmured.