Moth 3 - Dancing - WIPDancingThe club was surprisingly small for the size of the crowd waiting outside. Tokusatsu was only a couple of month’s old, meaning it was still popular with the trend setters. Moth didn’t understand the appeal. The place was stuffed with bodies, many writhing to the music being pumped into the room. He assumed the people inside had spent money on their outfits. What else would you wear to be seen? Looking at the main room, that money was wasted. People were too crammed to take a step back and show off, let alone glance down and look at clothing.He assumed this wasn’t different from any other club around the world. Except for the money. You could smell it in the sweat. See it in the ridiculous drinks being passed around. Hear it in the affected voices keyed to some unknown impress-your-friends frequency. He stepped off the landing, squeezing himself in the direction of what had to be the back. A spiraling staircase in a dark corner was his hope of relief from the
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