Beads of sweat glisten against her brow as protruding hipbones gyrate in rhythmic figure eights. Sandwiched between them, she sways freely to the thrumming bass that fills the space where bathing suit covered bodies are smeared in neon paint aglow beneath the blacklight. Lasers flash beams of light through the crowd as hands shoot into the air at the drop of the beat, bodies melting into each other sewn together by threads of the rhythm. Dilated pupils stare overhead at bright lights as she falls victim to the visceral crumbling of the barriers of civilization; sweat droplets carry away inhibitions and defenses from freshly tanned skin, softening reality and harnessing a deep and sudden desire to explore the boundaries of possibility.

Downward gentle thumb graze across the plump pillow of her lower lip has the sensitive flesh recoiling back into place, a quiet whimper muffled by the 'mmmst' of the beat. She adjusts her gaze to meet his deep emerald green stare as it penetrates caramel flecks of her chocolate brown eyes. Corners of her upturned lips give away demure smile that has coaxing arms sliding intimately around his neck and locking at the wrist. Covetous pads of his fingertips amble across the taut stretch of skin immediately above her navel as he draws her closer with a single greedy hand at her waist. From behind, freshly manicured fingertips sweep wisps of brunette hair from her neck to dust featherlight kisses sweet as confectioners sugar across the supple flesh of her shoulder blade. As though obediently responding to a command, her neck cranes to one side just before the woman sinks teeth into Brielle's throat. Dopamine courses through her veins like a stampeding army of horses galloping to battle and her body buzzes with electricity, every inch of skin a receptacle for pleasure. Yellow and orange like the tropical sun, liquid and bubbling like lava, her soul is ablaze and she doesn’t bother to ask questions when they each take a hand and guide her through the crowd and up the winding staircase. Gentle fingertips linger across the cool steel of the handrail and for an instant she swears it is the most soothing and beautiful thing she has ever touched. They take her to a private room upstairs where she disappears into a saccharine dream for the remainder of the evening; a much needed respite from the harsh realities that await in daylight.