#ava starter

“You know, I think this is the first time in my life I can remember being completely cut off from the world.” In a good way at least. Not that she had any issues, she loved her job and the interaction that she had with her fans but sometimes it was nice to not have to worry about what she would look like if someone saw what she was up to. And who she was up to it with. The beach quiet and secluded and Ava could see herself coming back again and again. “So… are there plans for this new privacy?”

On the outside, Howl looked like any number of seedy bars dotting this area of town- grimy windows, scuffed up door, and a few neon signs decrying which beers you might be able to find inside, if you managed to get inside that is, since the front door was always locked for some reason. If you knew enough to go around back and slip through the door half hidden between a perpetual pile of wooden pallets however, you’d find quite the opposite of what the exterior suggested. Inside, Howl was packed, a low constant pounding of music filling the space, bodies filling the makeshift dancefloor, and, if you took the tucked away set of stairs down a lever - a space with slightly quieter music, plenty of tucked away, shadowed corners, and, depending on who was there, a couple of couples - or more ignoring the shadows in favor of going at it in public.

Howl just happened to be one of the most popular, and most discreet, sex clubs in a twenty mile radius in Ava’s area, and so it was where she typically found herself when she was looking to spend a night having fun. And tonight, she was. Ava had waited until her father had left for something before exiting herself, leaving a note stating she was out with a girl from her bible study group before making her way to the club, abandoning the oversized sweater and jeans she’d worn in in favor of changing into a black bra and undersized shorts as her only clothing, before throwing herself into the rhythm of the club. That had been nearly an hour ago, and, as she broke off from heavily making out with someone against the wall, she realized she wanted another drink. Halfway to the bar, Ava swore briefly as someone grabbed her, a curse rising to her lips as she turned, only for her jaw to drop and the blood to rush from her face as she met the persons gaze. “What - how - What are you doing here?”

On the outside, Howl looked like any number of seedy bars dotting this area of town- grimy windows, scuffed up door, and a few neon signs decrying which beers you might be able to find inside, if you managed to get inside that is, since the front door was always locked for some reason. If you knew enough to go around back and slip through the door half hidden between a perpetual pile of wooden pallets however, you’d find quite the opposite of what the exterior suggested. Inside, Howl was packed, a low constant pounding of music filling the space, bodies filling the makeshift dancefloor, and, if you took the tucked away set of stairs down a lever - a space with slightly quieter music, plenty of tucked away, shadowed corners, and, depending on who was there, a couple of couples - or more ignoring the shadows in favor of going at it in public.

Howl just happened to be one of the most popular, and most discreet, sex clubs in a twenty mile radius in Ava’s area, and so it was where she typically found herself when she was looking to spend a night having fun. And tonight, she was. Ava had waited until her father had left for something before exiting herself, leaving a note stating she was out with a girl from her bible study group before making her way to the club, abandoning the oversized sweater and jeans she’d worn in in favor of changing into a black bra and undersized shorts as her only clothing, before throwing herself into the rhythm of the club. That had been nearly an hour ago, and, as she broke off from heavily making out with someone against the wall, she realized she wanted another drink. Halfway to the bar, Ava swore briefly as someone grabbed her, a curse rising to her lips as she turned, only for her jaw to drop and the blood to rush from her face as she met the persons gaze. “What - how - What are you doing here?”

On the outside, Howl looked like any number of seedy bars dotting this area of town- grimy windows, scuffed up door, and a few neon signs decrying which beers you might be able to find inside, if you managed to get inside that is, since the front door was always locked for some reason. If you knew enough to go around back and slip through the door half hidden between a perpetual pile of wooden pallets however, you’d find quite the opposite of what the exterior suggested. Inside, Howl was packed, a low constant pounding of music filling the space, bodies filling the makeshift dancefloor, and, if you took the tucked away set of stairs down a lever - a space with slightly quieter music, plenty of tucked away, shadowed corners, and, depending on who was there, a couple of couples - or more ignoring the shadows in favor of going at it in public.

 Howl just happened to be one of the most popular, and most discreet, sex clubs in a twenty mile radius in Ava’s area, and so it was where she typically found herself when she was looking to spend a night having fun. And tonight, she was. Ava had waited until her father had left for something before exiting herself, leaving a note stating she was out with a girl from her bible study group before making her way to the club, abandoning the oversized sweater and jeans she’d worn in in favor of changing into a black bra and undersized shorts as her only clothing, before throwing herself into the rhythm of the club. That had been nearly an hour ago, and, as she broke off from heavily making out with someone against the wall, she realized she wanted another drink. Halfway to the bar, Ava swore briefly as someone grabbed her, a curse rising to her lips as she turned, only for her jaw to drop and the blood to rush from her face as she met the persons gaze. “What - how - What are you doing here?”