Who would've thought, a simple Facebook event invitation to an enchanted evening would inevitably lead to my demise? I could have never guessed it. Lucky for me, my fiancé Monet bought me a dress to wear to the Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball. It was a red, ankle length, one-strapped gown with sparkly diamonds across my chest. With this extravagant gown came a diamond mask with white feathers spread across the top to match. I had it going on. But I was also all alone.

Monet had to work, so she was unable to escort me. Fortunately enough for me, I knew there would be a variety of half nude chocolate femmes partying the night away. So why worry? Why not just go alone? Monet was possessive. So I figured I had an opportunity to indulge, and enter Pandora's Box.

One gloomy Haloween night, I pulled up to a tall, two story shinny building. It was right in the heart of the French Quarters of New Orleans, Louisiana. That night was the night I was set up to be murdered. My only intentions were to get out and enjoy the night life for a change. If I could turn back the hands of time, I'd still be alive by the end of this story.

I walked into Club Rave where almost anything goes. The hostesses and waitresses were topless, wearing only glow in the dark body paint concealing their bosoms. About eight feet into the air was a balcony on the second floor. And on the ceiling, there were black lights to illuminate the fluorescent body paint.

Something strange happened. I looked upon the balcony to see a woman wearing an unusual black Mardi Gras Mask with eyeballs around the outer linings. My heart stopped for a moment! I saw realistic looking horns coming from out of the temples of her Afro. Underneath the mask, her face was painted white. I stared back into her eyes because they looked familiar to me. All I could see was black, dilated pupils and red lipstick. I stared for a while to figure out who she was. But I got distracted by all the bodacious femmes that packed the place to capacity.

Subtly, I ignored what I would call weird, for lack of better words. While shaking my booty to the New Orleans bounce, I looked around to enjoy the view. Suddenly, a seductive waitress wearing only a fancy tutu came up to me and offered me a drink. She smiled and winked at me underneath her purple mask. I picked up a shot glass and chugged some tequila; then I put the glass back onto the tray. I looked up to see the same woman wearing the horns and mask. Her eyes did not budge, giving me the death stare.

On the dance floor, women of various shapes and sizes were twerking. Most of them had thigh high splits, bending over touching their toes. A second line with open umbrellas circled around the dance floor. On the walls, lesbian lovers were passionately kissing, touching, and grinding. Instead of a DJ, there was a live traditional jazz band composed of wind and percussion instruments. They were playing their hearts out in the center of the dance floor. Everyone's inhibitions were free that Halloween night.

All of a sudden out of nowhere came a shapely woman grinding her pelvis on my gluteus Maximus. She licked the back of my neck, sending chills up my entire right side. I looked behind me to see who she was. But all I could see was a sliver feathered mask. I noticed she was wearing a sheer see through ball gown with purple, gold, and lime green Mardi Grad beads wrapped around her neck. Metallic gold body paint barely covered her areoles. A clearly visible neon green thong was the only thing she had on underneath. Flirtatiously, I rubbed my voluptuous body up against her as she began to cup my breasts.

One of the topless waitresses came up to me with a silver tray and extended it out to me. The girl dancing closely behind me ate one of the gummy bears. She put another one on the tip of her tongue, and into my mouth. With both eyes closed, our wiggling tongues circled one another's euphorically. After I swallowed the gummy bear, there was the spooky, mysterious creature on the balcony watching me from afar.

As we continued to tongue dance, my vision began to get blurry. Soon thereafter, a dizzy spell took over. I tried to play it cool. So I continued to dance, stumbling upon every move. I looked up to the balcony to see the same woman with horns, still eyeballing me. She had not budged from the minute I first walked into the club. I was not VIP, so access to the balcony was blocked by security. Mesmerized, yet frightened of this anonymous beast with horns, my faceless dance partner faded into the crowd.

Dizzy spells took over me. The room began to spin faster. I was stuck in the Matrix. I tried to look around to see if I recognized anyone. Sadly, every single woman in the lesbian club was wearing a mask. Suddenly, I broke out in sweats, my chest began to close in, and I collapsed and hit the floor. Everyone around me continued to dance. A waitress came up to me and asked "Do you want me to call 911?" But when I tried to speak, nothing came out.

Slowly removing the mask off my face, I nodded my head at the topless waitress. While I was trying to catch my breath, a scorching inferno inside of me began to manifest. The fire started in my stomach, and spread to the rest of my internal organs. Soon, every part of my body felt ablaze. From my toes up to my neck, it felt like pure fire inside of me.

I looked over to see my lady dance partner stretched out across the bar. I cried out for help, but no one could hear me. The room was spinning as fast as lightning. Through blurry vision and high-speed flying lady silhouettes, I could still see the strange woman with the horns in plain sight. Lightheaded and wobbly, I tried to crawl over to the bar to see if my lady friend was still breathing.

With my face unmasked, I looked up to the balcony at the lady with the horns. Oddly, they disappeared. The burning sensation moved up to my nose. All that was left of me to burn were my eyes. With every vital organ in my body slowly eating away at itself, all I could see was dark shadows of demons above the second line dancers. The body paint that I saw before on the club staff was no longer visible. It was even darker than ever. All I could see was shades of gray and demons stalking me.

In the center of the demons gathered around me was the strange lady with the horns that disappeared. With my heart pounding as hard as acoustic drums, I watched her rip off the mask with the most evil grin. It was my fiancé, Monet. Haunted by the dark shadows of the demons encamped around me, hers was the largest and the spookiest.

The demon shadows joined hands as they triumphed in this premeditated massacre. Soon, all I could see was the demons and dead bodies stretched alongside the second line. The band and the party people vanished into the background. Tears of betrayal streamed as she stared me down with her poker face; until my very last breath.

At last, I closed my eyes.... I bow out.

This story was an entry in an LGBT writing contest. I hope you enjoyed it. Please vote and comment if you did.