Her movements are slow and sensual, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that seems to draw me in. He’s younger than me, with a chiseled jawline and a confident air about him. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. energy about you,” she says, her voice dripping with seduction. I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. “What happened to your friend?” I ask. I don’t know how it got to be that late, I should probably head home. intriguing.” She pauses, studying me with intensity. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. “Our side keeps trying to prevent that from happening, but it’s a full time job.”
“Your side is trying to keep us from blowing ourselves up?” I ask shocked. A stage is to my left, where a young woman with bright pink hair is dancing to the music, her movements sensual and provocative.