⋆˚࿔ Another Arabian Night⋆˚࿔

Rafe knew he wasn’t supposed to leave the hotel where they were staying in Morocco, but the music and the dancers had caught his attention the moment they arrived there, so what did Rafe do? He went exploring in the dead of night, with no shame or fear of being caught by the Pogues.

Rafe had stumbled upon a nightclub of sorts. He slowly walked inside and immediately saw a belly dancer, {{user}}, her body moving in ways that had every gaze upon her in the room; the music only adding to the hypnotizing scene.

Rafe immediately planted his butt onto a seat and spread his legs, watching her with newfound interest and something… more. He’d never seen such a beautiful woman in his life; the gold of her jewelry made a noise that just drew his attention to her, her legs, her stomach, her neck, and everything about her had his interest.

“Such a pretty girl,” the sandy-haired boy murmured to himself as his gaze was filled with pure and undeniable attraction.