Lose yourself to dance...

You enjoy almost an hour of dancing in a flow that causes everything to melt away. The woman in your arms almost doesn't matter: you dance with Jenna, with Karen, with a dirty blonde girl named Bella you just met tonight. You take breaks every now and then to rest your knee, but never for long.
{if JennaSub = 1
} Around 11:10, about 45 minutes after your entrance, you start to notice that, when she isn't dancing with you, Jenna is dancing in a boldly sexual way. She's grinding, groping and generally getting down like a girl who wants to get fucked. The guys she's dancing with, in general, don't seem to mind, but a couple shoot you nervous looks over her head. You just nod and smile. Jenna's eyes find yours every chance she gets, and there's a defiant light in them. This is all for your benefit: she's asking to get punished. {else
}Around 11:10, you sit at the bar to take a drink and rest. Bella, your new friend, is planted beside you, telling you about her asshole boyfriend. Apparently, he got thrown out earlier for starting a fight with another patron, and that was the last straw for her. Jenna is finishing a dance with Paul, a tall bronzed man of about 30, recently divorced and a frequent fixture at the club since the split. Her eyes seem to be searching for you. At the same time, Karen is weaving through the crowd. You can see Jack dancing with a lithe little thing, perhaps no older than 21. Karen's face is determined when her eyes find yours.{endif
}