Body against yours. Slow yet catchy music in the background. Flickering lights inside the club. His hand is running down from your shoulder to your hand, until it goes to your waist, a sly smile on his face. He knows what he's doing. He's experienced. He probably got different women with this method.

"Your skin's soft. Really delicate." He spoke. His thumb casually caressing you as his hand is still on the same spot.