EVENT'D // APHRO'D
The boy had woken up in a strange room again only to find that this time he was in a black room with neon disco lights flashing all over the place and rave music with the nicest beat. He looked at himself, feeling that he was dressed lighter then usual and found himself in small, black and yellow tight shorts that barely covered anything and a tight sitting, black t-shirt that looked a little bit too small for him seeing in how his navel was showing.
He tried to cover himself up as much as possible wile he gazed over the room, seeing mirrors all over the walls and a glass-stripper pole with bubbles in it. Mizuho rose up from the pink silk bed and walked over to it, touching it, almost stroking it with his fingers like it was something precious.
He knew that there was something wrong with him from the moment he woke up. He was light-headed and hot all over and wanted to make all the butterflies he had in his stomach go away by dancing to the beat of the music. He followed the pole all the way down to the floor, spreading his legs around it as he squatted down, and then pulled up again.
Closing his eyes he turned around, grinding against it like a stripper, making sensual movements with his hips and grinding to the beat, feeling the heat rising in his body and every inch of him tingle in a satisfying way. He still felt the butterflies though and he was starting to feel a little lonely, he did not want to dance with a pole, he wanted to dance with another person... or maybe more.
((OOC: Mizuho here everyone! He needs a dance partner or someone to make his hips move~ so, anyone interested? Both boys and girls are welcome to join~))
He tried to cover himself up as much as possible wile he gazed over the room, seeing mirrors all over the walls and a glass-stripper pole with bubbles in it. Mizuho rose up from the pink silk bed and walked over to it, touching it, almost stroking it with his fingers like it was something precious.
He knew that there was something wrong with him from the moment he woke up. He was light-headed and hot all over and wanted to make all the butterflies he had in his stomach go away by dancing to the beat of the music. He followed the pole all the way down to the floor, spreading his legs around it as he squatted down, and then pulled up again.
Closing his eyes he turned around, grinding against it like a stripper, making sensual movements with his hips and grinding to the beat, feeling the heat rising in his body and every inch of him tingle in a satisfying way. He still felt the butterflies though and he was starting to feel a little lonely, he did not want to dance with a pole, he wanted to dance with another person... or maybe more.
((OOC: Mizuho here everyone! He needs a dance partner or someone to make his hips move~ so, anyone interested? Both boys and girls are welcome to join~))