<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/1*1mdsgMNCnsyEQgx9UP4ZQw.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Cailyn McInnis<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Midnight Angel<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Party<br/><strong>Outfit</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://photo.venus.com/im/18156722.jpg?preset=pl-hero)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>The music was loud and infectious.  She felt the rhythm in every fiber of her body, both natural and man-made.  There was something liberating about the entire feel of this place.  Simply letting go so that she could enjoy such a basic activity as dancing and drinking.  Her eyes opened as she felt a person approaching, felt eyes upon her in a very familiar fashion.  Midnight Angel knew a fan when she saw one.  That nervous glance, the expectations that lay just beneath the horizon and the reverence ill deserved playing on their face.  She did not hate people for their attentions or desire to meet her, she had put herself out there for consumption and people had enjoyed the show for the most part.  So a smile stretched over her lips.  One hand pressed forward to greet the woman.  Dampeners began to adjust the volume of the music versus the woman’s face.  Then everything slowed down.<br/><br/>A blink was given as Caitlyn wasn’t sure she had heard the woman correctly.  Perhaps the audioware inside her head was not updated properly or maybe the music was distorting the sound quality.  Without even a flicker of her eyes or lips the audio started to replay.  Unfortunately there was no mistaking the sound of the word masturbation.  The woman was quick to catch herself and Caitlyn felt the smile become genuine.  Her hand did shift away from fingertip contact to a simple brush over the shoulder as one could not be too careful.<br/><br/>“You..didn’t just…no..nevermind.”<br/><br/>The woman’s body pressed closer as the sway of the crowd shifted.  She continued to tilt and move to the music, simply pressed into tighter confines with the other woman.  A near musical laughter left her lips as she was now nearly on top of her.<br/><br/>“Guess we are dancing together.  You can call me Caitlyn.  Easier that way right?  One angel to another.”<br/>