The night was cool and damp as it lay upon her porcelain figure her lips where a deep red and her sharp teeth stood out in the dark of the night. As she walked along the dimly lit street she felt the cool breeze play across her bare face and neck caressing her gently as a lover's hands would play across her skin. The sound of loud and anarchistic music drew her in from the night towards a small back door tucked in an alley.
She opened the door and was greeted by the sweet pungent aroma of cigarette smoke and cheep beer. The Antagonistic clothing and colors matched superbly with her short plaid skirt, and tight band tee that showed all of her curves and left little to the imagination. Fer flat soled converse high top shoes matched her deep green eyes, and the red satin thong she wasn't wearing matched her long red hair.
She walked past the bar and out onto the hard concrete floor where she pressed through the mass of writhing flowing bodies. She watched with the keen eyes of a huntress, sliding through the mass of dancing people as easily as the wind through the trees. There close to the stage there he was, six foot tall thinly built with a bright green mo-hawk that was the man she wanted. She stepped up to him his six foot frame towering over her by six inches. She smiled up at him her blood red lips calling to him. She placed her hand on his cheek feeling the warmth of his flesh flow into her. She felt a dampness begin to gather within her.
