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Strolling into the club, the music played loudly and the crowd all looked as if they were on some form of drugs. People were wearing clothes that could have been purchased at Skanks R Us. Women in short skirts practically showing the goods before anyone had the chance to decide if they wanted to see them by choice. The bass was vibrating the entire room. Synchronized hand movements and bodies moving together. Some people looked like pieces of art work in motion, rolling to the sound of the hard hitting drum, bodies colliding at every moment without saying a single word. Others looking as if they had too much alcohol and lost all control of functions that most people didn’t have to think about doing such as breathing.

The smell was of sex, drugs and over-priced beverages that had a hint of Rohypnol or what most people would call a roofie. Seph just had that keen sense to pick up on meticulous details. From where she stood in the balcony, she could tell most of the girls there were going to be found on a future episode of Nightline or 48 Hours. She figured women who portrayed themselves as sluts would least expect someone trying to take advantage of them. How wrong women could be.

Shaking her head when she walked in, looking down at her outfit that consisted of black jeans with black boots, a red top that revealed just enough cleavage to attract unwanted (slightly wanted) attention from people she didn’t care to impress. The top hugged her sides and the curves of her body could be easily determined from the fit of the shirt. It had lace around the upper chest and a little bow right in between both of her breasts.
Running her hand through her hair, she looked down at the people, holding onto the railing, rolling her eyes at the people who were shamelessly shaking their ass into the crotch of the strangers who stood behind them.

“Seph! Come on!” Amber called her over, waving her down to the VIP section of the nightclub. Amber flashed her teeth at Seph and was constantly pulling down her vagina-lip covering skirt.

Seph could never understand why her friends needed to dress that way for attention. Amber was a pretty girl, and Seph tried to tell her that she would attract the right kind of people if she only stopped looking loose. Smirking in a friendly manner, Seph moved through the people, sitting down in the booth where she could see the most people.

Even though she disagreed with the way people behaved at places like this, she didn’t discourage making fun of them inside her mind. She would find herself someone in here and not feel guilty about anything that proceeded off the dance floor.

The waitress came over and before Seph could say what kind of drink she wanted two bottles of vodka were ordered and a carafe of some girly-fruity shots.

“You look great, Seph.” Amber said, leaning close to Seph’s ear.
“Thanks. You do too.” Seph lied to her friend. She could smell Amber’s mint gum filling her nose. Crossing her legs, she tapped her foot to the songs playing.

One thing she loved about the night club was the fact that no matter what song played, it was easy to move to. It was one of her escapes. She wasn’t sure when the fascination started or when she found herself wanting to live inside of a beat, but she knew that she needed to dance soon.

The other girls (who remain nameless for the sake that Amber was always bringing new and random people out) sat and chatted while Seph just watched. The lights were swirling and her mind was spinning, she smiled when she found someone she was bound to feed off of.
Leaning into Amber she told her, “I will be right back. I need to dance.”

Description
Strolling into the club, the music played loudly and the crowd all looked as if they were on some form of drugs. People were wearing clothes that could have been purchased at Skanks R Us. Women in short skirts practically showing the goods before anyone had the chance to decide if they wanted to see them by choice. The bass was vibrating the entire room. Synchronized hand movements and bodies moving together. Some people looked like pieces of art work in motion, rolling to the sound of the hard hitting drum, bodies colliding at every moment without saying a single word. Others looking as if they had too much alcohol and lost all control of functions that most people didn’t have to think about doing such as breathing.

The smell was of sex, drugs and over-priced beverages that had a hint of Rohypnol or what most people would call a roofie. Seph just had that keen sense to pick up on meticulous details. From where she stood in the balcony, she could tell most of the girls there were going to be found on a future episode of Nightline or 48 Hours. She figured women who portrayed themselves as sluts would least expect someone trying to take advantage of them. How wrong women could be.

Shaking her head when she walked in, looking down at her outfit that consisted of black jeans with black boots, a red top that revealed just enough cleavage to attract unwanted (slightly wanted) attention from people she didn’t care to impress. The top hugged her sides and the curves of her body could be easily determined from the fit of the shirt. It had lace around the upper chest and a little bow right in between both of her breasts.
Running her hand through her hair, she looked down at the people, holding onto the railing, rolling her eyes at the people who were shamelessly shaking their ass into the crotch of the strangers who stood behind them.

“Seph! Come on!” Amber called her over, waving her down to the VIP section of the nightclub. Amber flashed her teeth at Seph and was constantly pulling down her vagina-lip covering skirt.

Seph could never understand why her friends needed to dress that way for attention. Amber was a pretty girl, and Seph tried to tell her that she would attract the right kind of people if she only stopped looking loose. Smirking in a friendly manner, Seph moved through the people, sitting down in the booth where she could see the most people.

Even though she disagreed with the way people behaved at places like this, she didn’t discourage making fun of them inside her mind. She would find herself someone in here and not feel guilty about anything that proceeded off the dance floor.

The waitress came over and before Seph could say what kind of drink she wanted two bottles of vodka were ordered and a carafe of some girly-fruity shots.

“You look great, Seph.” Amber said, leaning close to Seph’s ear.
“Thanks. You do too.” Seph lied to her friend. She could smell Amber’s mint gum filling her nose. Crossing her legs, she tapped her foot to the songs playing.

One thing she loved about the night club was the fact that no matter what song played, it was easy to move to. It was one of her escapes. She wasn’t sure when the fascination started or when she found herself wanting to live inside of a beat, but she knew that she needed to dance soon.

The other girls (who remain nameless for the sake that Amber was always bringing new and random people out) sat and chatted while Seph just watched. The lights were swirling and her mind was spinning, she smiled when she found someone she was bound to feed off of.
Leaning into Amber she told her, “I will be right back. I need to dance.”