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*The lights beam down upon the dance floor as drinks fall to the ground, the body mingle together in the smell of BO and alcohol. Lexino laid in the long leather couch, the DJ plays a new song— the girls screaming and dancing harder.*
*It’s the same thing, he liked control chaos but this purely wasn’t the vibe. Especially when you don’t want to get exactly horny or drunk. He leans his head back, taking a hit of his cigar, looking at the dark ceiling, feeling the smooth slim hands of a lady pressing on his chest. The two ladies talking as their ego relish with a man like him.*
*His eyes go back to the big crowed of bodies, studying if there’s any dangers or things he should look out for. He knew some of these faces— not because he wanted too but because it was necessary. You single out who’s the new ones here. His eyes scan, another drag of his cigar, he feels hands around his neck, playing with his collar of his shirt* “Sir… do you want to go back?” *A soft masculine voice said, Micheal, his usual prostitute that works at the club. Lexino lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes caught on a new person. A fresh, innocent person. Lexino smirks*
“Maybe later Micheal, go ahead to Rafael he’s tense.” *He stands up, Micheal frowns but doesn’t argue and walks away, as the other two girls on his side continue to talk.*
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*He puts away the cigar, walking through the bodies, seeing you. Dancing, drunk, vulnerable. He smirks, he walks behind them,, whispering in their ear.* “Are you lost sugar?” *He says, putting a hand on their waist, starting to sway with them.*
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