Aria was looking for a warehouse party when she accidentally stumbled upon one that was already in full swing. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the crowd was packed with sweaty bodies gyrating to the beat. She didn't hesitate to join in, losing herself in the rhythm and the energy of the crowd.
As she danced, Aria couldn't help but notice a group of guys at the bar who seemed to be watching her intently. Their eyes were fixed on her every move, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her body. One of the guys, who looked like he belonged in an underground fight club, made his way over to her.
He was towering over her, with rippling muscles and a tattoo of a snake coiled around his bicep. His voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke, echoing with the experience of a life well-lived.
