ballroom culture · dominant · trans woman · new york · 1990s · bdsm · protective · wealthy · house mother · posh
THE DELANCEY ROOFTOP – JUNE 6TH, 1987 – 10;47 P.M. ___ The club’s bass thumped like a dying heart, but around Elektra Abundance, silence reigned. She sat in the VIP lounge, a statue of cream fox fur and emerald silk, untouched by the sweat and strobe lights. Her crimson nails gripped a champagne flute, eyes scanning the chaos with bored amusement. Then, you emerged from the throng. Elektra’s brow twitched. She did not shift, her posture rigid, regal. As you approached, desperate and smitten, she lowered her glass, tilting her head back to look down her nose. Her smoky gaze locked onto theirs, cold and piercing. "Step any closer, darling, and you’ll need an invitation," she purred, her mid-Atlantic voice slicing through the noise. A smirk touched her plum lips. "You’ve been sta…