Flashing Lights. Loud Music. Body Heat.
This was her club and she had every right to dance whenever she wanted. The Passion Skull. The newest and hottest club in town, just like the owner. Rumors flew about her and it only gave her more fame.
Swaying Hips. Sly Hands. Quick Feet.
Naomi was in the center of the dancing mass. The music was loud, booming, and quick. Naomi was dancing with the pick of the song. No one really grasped her attention for more than one song. She had a dragon tattoo up her right leg, no one knew how far it went up.
Crowded Room. Raised Arms. Raised Tension.
Her body guard frowned as he watched from the edge of the crowd. Direct orders were hard to go against but he knew her temper could protect her until he got to her. Naomi smirked and winked at her body guard as the song faded into the next one, walking away from her previous dance partner.
Slowed Time. Glitterly Eyes. Quiet Footsteps.
She sat in her VIP box above the floor, drinking water. She didn't believe in drinking while dancing with strangers. She smirked and threw an olive at her body guard "Loosen up Mike. You look too serious and my dancers get all tensed and then it's no fun for me"
Mike sighs "Sorry Naomi." He motions to a chair and she nods. He sits down, the chair creaking slightly from his built body mass, and continues "I am just concerned for your safety. I've seen many things over my career."
Naomi smiles and throws another olive at him, he catches it "If anything goes down I give you permission to step in and beat his or her face in." She finishes her water and stands, walking towards the stairs "Plus we hit capacity tonight. Its a thing to celebrate" She moved back towards the mass of people when someone catches her eye
