I’ve always liked being the center of attention. Whenever I walk into a room, I like it when all eyes are on me. Whether it’s because I’m wearing an outstandingly beautiful cocktail dress, arrived with a celebrity, or made a dramatic entrance, having everybody staring brings me joy.
However, nothing is more powerful and grand to me than taking an entire dance floor all to myself.
There could be one hundred people all enjoying themselves, letting themselves get lost in the beat, and they’ll all make way for my own space.
And the brave and the bold would approach me, trying to court me to dance.
I have yet to find one worthy of my time.
The right style of music can set the tone. Outside influences would get the blood flowing and emotions rushing. If two people manage to tap into their desires and passions during the heat of the moment, their next few actions will cause a chain reaction that plays off of one another. One thing leads to another and soon enough, you both will feel rather, sinful.
One who obviously knows what she’s doing and another who’s there for the new experience, two people take their time exploring each others’ bodies. Thankfully, there’s enough music roaring just outside to muffle out their own music they’ll be making.
“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this… Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.