Dancing With Dead Serial

g myself for the third time as I attempted to be

lways did when she had her male prey in sight. Tonight, there was no shortage of targets as to be fair, Clara always had her pick of the men and they were inevitably the super good-looking ones who knew that they were super good-looking. The interesting thing

move of her hips and every pout of her glossed-up lips. I sighed, knowing I had lost her to the thrill of the hunt and turned away, pu

exhaled deeply, feeling the weight lift all around

e thought it would be frowned-upon if she came here on her own, despite the fact she spent most of the night on her own, or wrapped around some victorious would-be suitor whilst I stood by the bar, keeping an eye on proceedings and acting as her escape plan should she need one. Or alternatively I was forced to keep the would-be suitor's friend company; something which was always excruciatingly painful

cate the top bar close to the exit and clung to the edge, hoping that the bar staff would notice me as I was sandwiched in between a raucous hen party on my left and a group of appreciat

staff had finally noticed me, someone else caught their attention and I was pushed to the back of the queue again. Resting my elbow