Overflowing with emotion, we headed for the private room that had become mine after so many bookings.

— Kiss me, blondie, whispers the beautiful one.

I do as she says. Her soft lips taste as sweet as candy floss.

The background music seems inaudible, while the faint sound of our clothes, our bodies and our breathing fills the whole space.

The beauty smells more of vanilla than of the alcohol she has swallowed. After catching our breath, she starts the kiss again.

We cling to each other. The dancer to my hair, me to her burning cheeks.

Kissing her is like being in ecstasy. I feel like I'm kissing a deity.

Out of breath, we stop and look at each other intensely. A kind of tension forms between us.