#drowningdesolation

The neon lights seem to pulse with sound, each beat from the dj booth reverberating in the air. Though the night is young Aalto is already well on her way to having a great time. With a drink in hand and a body to dance with she focused on the music while eyeing the crowd around her in an attempt to find a more interesting dance partner. The standard club douche had his appeal, but she was on the hunt for something different. Someone that when pressed against her would make the music come alive beneath her skin.

As the simple black dress rose up around her thighs Aalto found a target, taking in the way his eyes hadn't once left her dancing form since she had stepped out onto the floor. He leaned against the wall, out of the way of the mayhem, giving her the perfect opportunity to corner him. Her own eyes sparkled with mischief as her hand came to rest upon his chest, "You don't seem like you're having too good of a time out here." Full lips form into a sultry pout, brows furrowing briefly as she studies his face. Handsome. In her heels it is easy for her to whisper into his ear, her body almost seeming to buzz just from that barest of contact. "If you're open to it, maybe that's something I can assist with."