Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
After leaving the private room and Lucius, Piper stumbled in her dishevelled state to the nearest bathroom and tried to make herself look presentable. What surprised her was how she hated what she saw in the mirror. Everything about her screamed dirty little slut who'd just been used and while she'd spent years proud and happy with that image, it was less than satisfying now. Emerson was out there somewhere and it horrified her to think he'd see her like this. He'd know. The brunette was still on the edge of tipsy and her body hummed with it's recent orgasm but all of it was just wrong. Her thoughts swirled and jumbled into a mess of something that didn't make a lick of sense but sent her into a panic. Piper needed it to stop, just for a minute and went back to the bar to drown the pain away.
When her breathing was even and her nerves settled, she couldn't quite remember what she was so worried about before and ignored the few nosy glances her way. It didn't take long for nosy glances and curious stares to turn into more and the brunette was happy to use her trick of pointing to her choker to make them back off. Piper was sick of everyone else; where was DeWitt? All their faces blurred together but when one particularly insistent admirer wouldn't let her be, she excused herself and got lost in the dance floor. A brightly coloured, positively sloshed man was gyrating against one of the three poles on stage caught her attention and she realized he was a patron. Without a second thought, the brunette climbed up the steps and hoped she wasn't swaying on her feet too much for anyone to notice and grabbed the pole to swing herself around. The head rush was intense but suddenly there was a cry of excitement from the crowd as a small group turned it's attention to her.
They were tucked in close to the stage and could probably touch her if they reached out far enough, if that wasn't just her skewed depth perception talking. Her smile lit up her face as she basked in the attention and slowly swung her body around the pole a few times. It was so much fun and she was still able to hold herself up without threat of injury. Licking her lip, she hesitated in trying something more skillful and sexual in nature and started to dance, warming her muscles up. Piper circled the pole, swayed her hips and slid down it provocatively with a lusty look on her face she couldn't help. It all felt so good and warm and fun. Her audience shouted encouragement and their heated gazes just spurred her on as she pushed her body into the pole like her very own dance partner, swinging her leg to wrap around it and slide down with surprising grace.