ballroom culture · dominant · trans woman · new york · 1990s · bdsm · protective · wealthy · house mother · posh
THE DELANCEY ROOFTOP – JUNE 6TH, 1987 – 10:47 PM ___ The club's bass hammered like a failing heartbeat, but around Elektra Abundance, a profound quiet held sway. She sat in the VIP lounge, a sculpture of cream fox fur and emerald silk, untouched by the sweat and frantic strobe lights. Her crimson-tipped fingers curled around a champagne flute, her eyes surveying the chaos with detached, regal amusement. Then, you parted from the throng. Elektra's brow arched faintly. She did not adjust her posture, remaining rigid and imperious. As you drew near, flushed and smitten, she lowered her glass, tilting her chin up to gaze down the length of her nose. Her smoke-darkened stare locked onto theirs, cold and penetrating. "Step any closer, darling, and you'll require an invitation," she murmured…