Fire Dancer – Flightrising.com
Mindy noticed a young man with his hood up in the corner. He had a slender build and a gothic vibe. Yummy!
She glided across the dance floor, ignoring the traditional fire dance. It was pure fluff, meant for the tourists.
As she got closer she glanced at his face, but the dancing shadows obscured her view. She’d just have to get closer.
She sidled up next to him, “Hi there. Are you here with someone?”
His voice was deep and hollow, “Actually, I came here to meet you.”
Her heart beat faster. Then she saw the hollow eyes.
She turned to run, but the flames were faster.