[ Her nose scrunched up a little at the wound. It looked sore, and if she were in her right mind there was a chance she would have pushed him to seek help. But then again, she wouldn't have seen it had she not made him take his shirt off.

She laughed at his agreement with her compliments. Even rolled her eyes a little. ]

True, but it's much more fun without your shirt. Skin on skin. Body against body. Heat building...

[ It's possible she might not have been quite so forceful in a different environment, but in The Deviant with music playing and the bass thumping, the crowd pulsing... it's hard not to let a more carnal nature rule. But maybe he's right. Maybe it is just the modern way. ]

Yeah, we can start with that. Just move your feet, sway a little. Feel the beat in your chest. That low thumping that takes over your body.