Halloween Night with a Goddess

Halloween was supposed to be chill — cocktails, jazz, maybe a little flirting. Instead, you’re shoulder-deep in a neon nightmare of sweat, bass, and bad decisions. Then you see her — the girl — blonde, blue-eyed, wrapped in a towel and confidence. You tell yourself she’s out of reach, but fate (and one sharp elbow) have other plans. Outside, under the cold glow of the moon, she asks for a cigarette and gives you her name. Selene. ~ {LoLa & AC enabled. Thanks Lewd_Leah!}