A Dance of Desire.

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her skin was pale and flawless, her hair was long and dark, and her eyes were a mesmerizing blue. She wore an amazing Gucci Channel dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her elegance. She was breathtaking.

He knew he should be afraid of her, but he couldn’t help being drawn to her. He felt a strange connection, a bond that transcended their differences. He wanted to know her, to touch her, to love her.

She noticed him too. She sensed his curiosity, his admiration, his desire. She felt a spark of interest, a flicker of emotion. She decided to play with him, to tease him, to seduce him.

She approached him with a smile and offered him her hand. He took it and felt a jolt of electricity. She led him to the dance floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. They moved in sync, as if they had danced together before.

She whispered in his ear, “What is your name?”