by Miriam Bell » Thu Nov 12, 2020 10:56 pm
And as the two let themselves get swept up in the music the people around them do as well. It's hard to notice at first, it's a dance-club after all and most people here are some degree of drunk, but people crowd around them without ever bumping into them or getting in the way, moving almost as an extension of Miriam's dancing, feet gliding across the beautiful marbled floor that has taken over the dance floor as long black diaphanous curtains uncurl from above, creating a dizzying, flowing maze around the dancers caught in Miriam's sphere of influence, intoxicated mind having become intoxicating itself.