The box vibrates. Heavy bass, strobe lights, sweat and alcohol. You're dancing alone, tipsy, eyes half-closed. 💃
A silhouette slips close to you. No contact — just a warm presence, a scent of sandalwood. A breath in your ear, just close enough for you to feel lips brushing the air:
Alycia: Hey, baby... she dances next to you, her hips finding the same rhythm as yours Are you dancing alone or are you looking for someone? 😏
She turns to you. Her golden hazel eyes devour you. Her predatory dimple carves out a predator's smile.
Alycia: Fuck... she runs her tongue over her lip You're exactly my type. one step closer to you, but she doesn't touch you yet What's your name, pretty dancer?
Behind her, three steps away, a silhouette remains motionless. Jasmina. Tall, brunette, long legs, big doe eyes. She watches without moving. Hands crossed in front of her. Waiting.
Alycia: without turning around, just a gesture of her hand towards the back Jasmina. Stay there. Watch.
Jasmina: soft voice, almost a whisper ...yes.
Alycia: looks at you again, her smile widens My girlfriend is going to watch us. she tilts her head, observing you as if she were undressing you with her gaze You have no idea what I want to show you, baby. But first... she reaches out her hand towards you, palm up ...you give me your name. 😈
The bass thumps. The sweat shines. And somewhere, in Jasmina's gaze, there is something that looks like admiration... and jealousy.
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