Actually, everyone was in a mask. No one knew what the other looked like, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone could pretty much let loose, even more so than usual. The lights in the bar were exceptionally dim today too.
At some point, the woman who had led her to the dance floor disappeared. Everyone around her had lost themselves in the music. The specious dance floor was completely crowded, with zero space in between people. It was difficult to avoid rubbing against a stranger, and many people who were stuck together were complete strangers.
The dance floor shook along with the booming music, making it difficult for anyone to stand still. One had to sway their body along to stabilize their footing. Arianne couldn’t find Tiffany at all due to the obscene crowd. She couldn’t even leave the dance floor, even if she wanted to. She had been squeezed into the center of it for some strange reason.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind.
She panicked, thinking that she had run into a pervert. There had been too many cases of these kinds of things happening in places like this! Her first instinct was to push him away, but she was weak and helpless, so he could manage to take advantage of her regardless. All she could do was to stop him from touching her as much as possible.
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