Alsitair’s point of view :-
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“Elora. We should go back to our room now. This is enough.”
“What? Don’t be such a pu*sy. I thought you liked this stuff. Dance with me. Teach me how to do it. I want to learn everything.”
It’s been fifteen minutes and she’s still dancing. She’s dancing like a sl*t, wrapping her body onto me, rubbing her bu*t on me, picking up her legs and stuff. Just like hookers do. And I am not liking it at all. Everyone’s watching us in awe. Only the ones into it were dancing around us. But the main attraction of the show is Elora now.
“Stop this. Let’s just go. We can talk once we are out of this noise.”
“I love this noise. I love this party. It’s awasome. I’m not going.” No matter how much I ask her to leave, she refuses every time.
