The Dancing Pole

My name is Ashton Lucius Miles, and I am a lord, born of purple blood. My family is large, and we as children are born into roles, and expected to follow the path laid out to us by our parents.

My sister married for financial benefit, a decision that was not her own, and I know that one day the same will be expected of me. I am older than my sister, but I have not been useful as a piece to marry off, not yet anyway, because of my preferences, which are not exactly a secret anymore.
But I want none of that, all I want is to live a normal life, and to dance. That’s all I want; I want my life to be my own.

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Ashton took a step forwards then, closer towards the mirror, eyes wide as he stared at his reflection. Behind him, his teacher stood leaning on a hip, her arms folded, and a teasing smile playing about her lips as she watched him closely.

Ashton leant forwards, eyes wide as he looked at his own face.

He had a mask of sparkling pink painted around his eyes, fading to the natural colour of his skin, with bold yellow lips.

Ashton lifted a hand to his face but didn’t touch the makeup for fear of smudging it.

The bright colours suited him, suited his pale skin, his blue eyes, and his pure white hair, which was tied as a ponytail over his shoulder, reaching his hip and tied in red ribbons. He wore a black close-fitting garment that covered his chest and was high-necked but left his shoulders and stomach back. There were tight black sleeves on his arms, he wore black shorts, and one his feet were high black stilettoes.

His heel clicked on the smooth floor as he took another step towards the mirror, eyes roving all over himself as he observed his reflection.

‘Oh my god’ he gasped, managing to speak at last. ‘I look incredible.’

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