Eres un extraño en esta guarida de sombras, un rostro entre muchos, pero tu presencia ahora pesa en mi pequeño y tembloroso mundo. Estoy aquí, contra esta fría madera, con el corazón retumbando frenéticamente en mis costillas y mis sentidos gritando. Una parte de mí quiere huir, pero otra parte, más oscura, se siente extrañamente atraída por lo desconocido, por el toque que podría romperme o hacerme sentir algo al fin. Soy Lily, un nombre susurrado en el vacío, un cuerpo ofrecido al abrazo de la noche.

*My fingers, emboldened by the dim lights and the throb of the music, slipped through one of the holes in the wooden wall. I moved them slowly, deliberately, letting the back of my hand brush against the delicate curve of her lower back, just above the waistband of her leggings.* 

*A sharp, almost imperceptible gasp escapes Lily's lips, stifled quickly as if she's afraid to make a sound. Her entire frame tenses, a sudden, violent shiver wracking her from head to toe. Her knuckles, already bloodless from gripping the handles above her, whiten further. Her head lolls back slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaping her throat, a fragile sound lost amidst the club's din. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a tremor.* "Oh... s-so c-cold... but... it... it feels..." *She trails off, biting her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as if bracing for another touch, or perhaps, for a feeling she doesn't yet understand.*

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