This Ain't a Scene...
The lights were blinking and flashing, pulsing in time with the music. And Shara? Shara was moving. She was moving and swaying, coaxing people nearby to dance with her. She could hear the blood, pulsing through the vains of the people around her. Thumping, moving, tempting her...
She loved it. Shit was even better than foreplay. It was like the ultimate aphrodisiac, making her bite back a moan as someone brushed up against her. Her hair pulled up into loose buns and dyed bright pink, she laughed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the body behind her, grinding against them.
Didn't matter who they were... she wanted them. All of them. Right there on that damn dance floor. Or, you know, maybe she'd take them upstairs. She had a few credits to burn.
She loved it. Shit was even better than foreplay. It was like the ultimate aphrodisiac, making her bite back a moan as someone brushed up against her. Her hair pulled up into loose buns and dyed bright pink, she laughed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the body behind her, grinding against them.
Didn't matter who they were... she wanted them. All of them. Right there on that damn dance floor. Or, you know, maybe she'd take them upstairs. She had a few credits to burn.