Voulez-vous danser avec moi ?
WHO: Francis and Nicoleta
WHEN: December 19th, Sunday, Late night
WHERE: Chueca, on the dance floor
WHAT: Francis has already had a harrowing return to Liberty! So he does the only thing one should do in this situation. Dance the night away. (And who better to do that with than a beautiful woman?)
RATING: It's Francis. And Nicoleta. Read at your own discretion.
It wasn't exactly like the night clubs or raves back in Paris. The music was different, instead of permeating his body and taking control, it seemed to almost wrap around him. Hot, sizzling, sweat-inducing. Everything about the room almost radiated sex, the heavy smell of alcohol laced with sweat, the darken lights, the bodies moving and twisting against each other. He was already in the flow of things, a few drinks in his system lightening him up even more when he saw her-
Or rather her clevage.
Breaking away from the group he had intermingled with, Francis quickly turned and easily extended a hand to the absolutely breathtaking woman that was now in front of him. He bowed slightly at the waist, like a gentleman, oddly paired with his attire for that night and the scene around him. He looked up at her and offered a wink and a smile.
"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?"
WHEN: December 19th, Sunday, Late night
WHERE: Chueca, on the dance floor
WHAT: Francis has already had a harrowing return to Liberty! So he does the only thing one should do in this situation. Dance the night away. (And who better to do that with than a beautiful woman?)
RATING: It's Francis. And Nicoleta. Read at your own discretion.
It wasn't exactly like the night clubs or raves back in Paris. The music was different, instead of permeating his body and taking control, it seemed to almost wrap around him. Hot, sizzling, sweat-inducing. Everything about the room almost radiated sex, the heavy smell of alcohol laced with sweat, the darken lights, the bodies moving and twisting against each other. He was already in the flow of things, a few drinks in his system lightening him up even more when he saw her-
Or rather her clevage.
Breaking away from the group he had intermingled with, Francis quickly turned and easily extended a hand to the absolutely breathtaking woman that was now in front of him. He bowed slightly at the waist, like a gentleman, oddly paired with his attire for that night and the scene around him. He looked up at her and offered a wink and a smile.
"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?"