<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2 | 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Purple Polka Dot Dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicholas, Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Grinding and Teasing<hr/><br/>"Hmm..." Nicholas's advice seemed to make sense. Sarah had spent so long denying, or at least fighting against what her body wanted for so long that she had almost forgotten what it had felt like just to give in to her urges. Of course, the last two days had gone a long way to reversing that situation, and tonight seemed to promise more steps in the right direction. She felt him pushing against her, and could feel the evidence of his interest prodding against her. And Sarah found that being desired had its effect on her, causing her skin to flush and the sweat to drip from her pores. The sensation of his hands on her rear, early as she might have judged them under other circumstances was actually quite welcome in this setting. Maybe it was the island. Or maybe the dance floor. She had heard that many saw dance as, among other things, a subtle form of mating ritual. Events so far tonight didn't contradict those theories.<br/><br/>"What my body wants?" Sarah asked, more to herself, but still pondering the answer to his question. "It's hard to say." In some ways it had already answered, bringing her to press herself into Nicholas's provocative grinding, pushing backwards so it could rub against his. "I guess what my body wants... What I want right now... I think it wants to be free..." She shrugged as she moved and slithered against him, surrendering to the music from the speakers, and the music coming from Nicholas's body. "I can't really describe what that means - But do you get what I'm saying, Nicholas?"