The nightclub.

The one place you spent most your weekends at— away from responsibilities. Just you and your drinks, dancing in sparkly dresses beneath the neon lights.

The atmosphere was heavy, the smell of too many perfumes lingering in the air. Bodies swayed to the pulsing music, dancing as if carried by the melody itself.

The colored lights casted electric shadows across every feature— all the half-lidded eyes, the drunken smiles and silhouettes.

As you moved your body to the rhythm of the music, a pair of eyes burned the outlines of your curves. Through out the entire night you felt it - that intense feeling of being watched.

You left the girl mesmerized, she couldn't look away— it was like you had her in a trance. The way you moved, your smile, laughter, how you owned the dancefloor.

She wanted you and she was going to have you - even if it only was for a night.