35/purgatory
The fluorescent lights in the club spasmed like the fading fragments of an orgasm. On the old wooden stage, a figure pumped shamelessly against the stripper's pole. Arching back, the dancer's eyes closed and his long, black hair fell like silken threads over his semi-clad form.
-Heaven/chapter 1
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