Fantasy Gone Wrong

The bass thrummed through my body, a deep, pulsing rhythm that I could feel in my bones. Lights slashed through the darkness, cutting neon streaks of blue and red across the crowd. The air was thick, heat, sweat, alcohol, and something sharper, something electric. I was lost in the music, in the motion, my long legs moving in sync with the pounding beat. My black skirt clung to my body, my red Italian heels making every step a statement.