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Post by ajia on Dec 20, 2009 4:51:35 GMT -5
There were no worries, no jobs, no responsibilities. In a sinful warehouse filled with lust, sweat, alcohol, music, and every now and then, piercing screams coming from upstairs where the wicked fun would come around. The lights strobed and made everyone look as if there were millions of picture stills being played in one sequence. The music pulsed through the bodies of evil and innocent alike. Laughter and moans were heard throughout as pain and excitement were mixed giving the Purgatory its meaning. Ajia danced in the center of the dancefloor. Feeling every single beat of the music at the tips of her finger tips as it rushed throughout her cold and vampiric body.
People say that the owner was vicious in a way where no one can quite understand clearly. Ajia believed them. He obviously was a successful man-owning this club. It was as if there was a sin city within this sin city. Running her hands over her body and grabbing her hair with eyes closed, Ajia danced and danced, not caring one bit who was watching. Ajia was having the time of her undead life.
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