Re: The Bar
The whiskey had floated up and clouded her mind after she swallowed the third. Suddenly, she didn't care that she was leading a dangerous stranger onto the dance floor with her. He wanted her and that was good enough for Piper. So many weeks of uncertainty, her ego and sanity craved the kind of attention she was being given and wouldn't give it up so easily. All thoughts of her master's disapproval weren't even in her radar. As a slave, this is what she did; this was the life she chose in exchange for the one mapped out for her by blood. And the kind of desire that came off the towering figure was how the brunette justified every moment of it.
Piper smile was slow and stretched across her face, "Well, you might have noticed I'm not the type to easily submit," turning to face him as she let her body start to feel the music. Worrying her lip between her teeth, she bounced to the beat and finally was sucked into the crowd and swaying her hips as the rhythm started to take her away.