Gunmetal eyes rise to meet you. They shimmer with the green eye shadow that surrounds them. A smirk pulls at her lips; they open as she licks them. Was that gaze truly meant for you?
The music starts to grow louder, like a siren’s call; it urges her to leave her table and followers. You’re eyes follow her as she makes her way to the dance floor. Spiked, laired hair flies around and large necklaces jump off her chest in time to the music. She is beckoning to you now, should you go to her, and will you go to her?
Surrender to her pull, be happy and unaware of anything else around you.