At the end of a long passage stood young boy. He was dressed in a short jerkin, white shirt and fabric trousers. When a man in middle age came out from the other end of the passage on the lad`s face appeared a business-like smile. The boy was about to say something when a brusque voice told him otherwise: 
"Oh, God! At last! Boy, no tip for you! How long do you think I`ll wait for dinner!?" 
"The hotel staff is sorry for the inconvenience, sir. However please understand that this was the time needed for the meal to be prepared." 
"Don`t talk back to me, scoundrel! I could never guess that a five star hotel like this one could take on work a cheeky brat who has never even received a basic level of manners!" 
While almost hysterically shouting at the poor youngster, the man moved toward the car holding his dinner and took a bottle of red wine. It was Merlot 1976 – a good one, so the guy smiled satisfied. 
"Take the food in and leav..." 

An odd second followed: The corridor`s door was still open letting through a tiny crack illumination from the outside. Most likely if someone was right now passing by he would have became witness of a tragedy beyond words. 
Eyes full with surprise and a mouth barely open - forever keeping the man`s last words in silence. The body laid spread across the passage and the incidentally broken wine bottle was mixing with the blood flowing from his forehead so one could not difference them. 
A woman`s voice came out from inside the flat: 
"Darling, what`s taking you so long?" 
A hot, much younger than the guy on the floor, woman came out with less than few clothes on. Before she could even comprehend the situation a new red point appeared on her head, and her body dropped at the floor level as well. 
The boy took with a sigh the silence gun back to his jerkin. Easy, way too easy! He stood for a moment considering what to say to this really irritating corpse in his feet, than again smiled most sincerely: 
"Thank you for staying in our hotel. Hope you have had pleasant time and if you ever come back from hell you`ll visit us again!"

"The beauty of the night”, were the only words 
that can describe this beautiful lady. She was not only dancing, but she even inflamed the hearts of 
people. Her dance collected all male eyes, and we, the womens, watch with envy how even our 
friends were looking her in ecstasy. But she didn't noticed their lustful glances, she was watching 
someone else, she was watching me. And then a new song started, and the lady start to 
dance. Suddenly she stopped and gracefully start to walk towards me. Without asking 
me, she grab my hand and pushed me on stage. Her hand was so hot, it was like fire was 
flowing in her veins. She start to dance with quick movements and I was like bewitched and 
followed Her steps. Everything around me disappeared, the song and the mysterious lady were 
the only things around me. But it doesn’t bothered me, I was fascinated by the beauty and 
the mystery. She erased everything from my mind. Nothing could take me away from dancing 
now, even after the lady stopped to dance. She watched with satisfaction, it was almost like 
she capture some little bunny. I realized that and still I couldn't stop dancing.

„Красавицата на вечерта”, това бяха 
единствените думи можещи да опишат превъзходната Дама, която като че ли не само 
танцуваше, а разпалваше сърцата на хората с не опустошим огън. Нейният танц събираше
мъжките погледи и ние, жените, наблюдавахме с завист как  дори нашите приятели я 
гледаха в захлас. Но Тя не забелязваше похотливите им погледи, а наблюдаваше някой 
друг, наблюдаваше мен. Започна нова песен, а Дамата продължаваше да танцува, докато 
в един миг не се спря и не завъртя грациозно към мен. Без да ме попита, ме хвана и ме 
избута на сцената. Ръката И бе гореща, все едно огън течеше във вените И.  Тя 
затанцува следвайки бързия ритам, а аз като омагьосана последвах Нейните стъпки. 
Всичко около мен изчезна, песента заедно с тайнствената Дама бяха единствените неща 
около мен. Но това не ме притесняваше, опиянението от красотата и тайнственото И 
излъчване промиваха мозъка ми. Вече нищо не можеше да ме откъсне от танца, дори след 
като Дамата спря да танцува. Тя ме наблюдаваше със задоволство, сякаш бе уловила 
някое зайче, а аз не можех спра да танцувам.