Moulin rouge Stories

The band was singing and my legs swung high, my skirt flapping and my bloomers fully exposed to all in the Moulin Rouge. I danced second row right. La Goulue danced to my left and La Mome Fromage to my right in the front row. They advanced with skirts held high as I retreated, legs almost touching our audience. Below us monocled men stared upward hoping someone had forgotten her underwear. As if the owner would allow that...