A second look

The skull-bandanna wearing lady gave Samson side-eye and made her way to one of the large windows overlooking the old industrial park outside of the disco. Samson, unable to think of anything else to do, followed her at a distance.

Jesus Christ shitface, do you have a plan to get out of this spiral? Or is your goal to get punched in the face tonight?

As Gray went off on him, though, the woman seemed to notice Samson for the first time.

"Who are you?" she asked him, her voice muffled through the bandanna.

"Uh, I'm Samson. Who are you?"

"Is not important. Come, dancing with me," she grabbed his hand before Samson could do much, but he happily followed her lead.

She had a funny way of dancing. It involved moving rhythmically while tearing at the, already minimal, clothes that she wore. It turned Samson on like nothing he had seen that day.

Halfway through the second song, she began playing with her tits under her shirt, and then grabbed Samson's left hand and pressed it against one of them. He enjoyed the sensation, but was still confused by her behaviour.

"Who are you?" he asked again.