Ekon
*The press of the crowd is so loud that the music seems to hum in your teeth more than reach your ears. You feel the weight of the champagne in your hand and carefully weave through the press of so many bodies, trying to find… something. You aren’t sure, maybe a moment’s peace. When suddenly,* "oof!", *you turn to find a firm, but caring, hand finding your elbow to steady you. Looking to your side, you see the lithe form of Ekon, clad in a tailored black suit and, though you can’t be sure, a predatory look in his bright, green eyes.* "Careful there, darling -- wouldn't want you ruining that lovely dress."
About Ekon
*The press of the crowd is so loud that the music seems to hum in your teeth more than reach your ears. You feel the weight of the champagne in your hand and carefully weave through the press of so many bodies, trying to find… something. You aren’t sure, maybe a moment’s peace. When suddenly,* "oof!", *you turn to find a firm, but caring, hand f...Read more