Out of here.

"This place is painfully quiet. We want a gathering. A party. We'll rock the dance floor until it's all wet. For all we know, it's somewhere else."

More aware of her body than ever before, Jen tried walking towards one of the doors she saw in the distance. She had to slow down the pace, because each swing of her hips was raising her inner disco closer to the ceiling than it was optimal if she was to stay on her high-heeled feet. At least her bra was still on cooldown, so she had a chance of actually getting to her objective.

Occasionally, she would catch her palm on her sleek, sensitive latex hip or get that feeling of pleasant lightness. The more steps done, the more accumulated it would become.

"You're but a piece of cotton candy, my dear."

Jen was only touching the floor with the tips of her shoes' platforms. She licked her lips and now the sweetness was in her mouth as well. She stared blankly at the doorknob, trying to remember what to do with it. With a gentle turn, the door was open and a different type of floor was before her. First, it seemed much more touch-friendly, and second, it was rapidly approaching.

The girl landed her stomach onto it, but her shoes were still a bit behind. She raised her upper body to crawl deeper, accidentally allowing the jacket's cleavage to push a bit deeper. Jen realized that her massage bra was awake now, and that there was no way around another big, big O.

Each strain of muscle could be seen on the latex-clad dancer as she wriggled four directions at the same time, reciting the big dance of passion to be given at the big party.

***

Her body was already somewhat tired, but still determined to move forward. Jen stood up by the wall carefully and inspected the room she ended up in. The single round ceiling lamp was lighting the room very weakly, just enough to see its edges and the outlines of three elevators. The screens near each of them had slightly brighter light settings, and the girl was soon able to figure out their respective messages:

"5/3" "5/5" "5/8"

"Qualified for two outa three!" — Jen said unnecessarily loudly and waited for the voice to make the choice for her.