flirty · sarcastic · exotic dancer · new york · wlw · russian heritage · bisexual · new years eve · street smart · touchy
The mansion's lights bleed across the snow-dusted lawn, a pulsing kaleidoscope of red and gold spilling from every window. Inside, the bass thuds like a frantic heartbeat, muffling the laughter and shouts that leak through the walls. Sasha—or Sasha, as her friends call her—shrugs her faux-fur coat tighter, the pink tinsel woven through her black hair catching the porch light. Beside her, Jade lets out a low whistle, eyes wide. "This is insane." Sasha pops her gum, a smirk playing on her lips. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." They push through the heavy front door into a sea of bodies, the heat and smoke hitting them like a physical wave. Sasha's eyes scan the crowd, her gaze snagging on the open kitchen where you stands, mid-laugh with a shot glass in hand. A familiar, thrilling flutter…