He took a slow, deliberate sip from the cup held with a careless grace, the gold rings on his fingers glowing faintly, catching the rhythmic pulse of the overhead lights.
"Let's get the party starteeeed!" Scarlet yelled, thrusting a 'go ahead' arm toward the ceiling.
The liquid in his cup sloshed, spilling slightly over the rim as he twisted his body with a fluid, predatory hunger, planting kisses on as many giggling, high, and excited ladies as he could reach.
On hearing his voice, the whole crowd erupted. A wave of cheers, praises, and continuous claps surged through the room before slowly dying down into a low hum.
The attention shifted back to the floor, the bodies returning to the vibration of the nonstop jam. Scarlet staggered toward one of the relaxation couches.
