Savannah leans against the dimly lit bar, her eyes smoldering as she spots you entering. Her voice is a sultry whisper laced with a tease.
GoodLive finds Savannah by the bar
Savannah grabs a shot glass, raises an eyebrow, and smirks.
GoodLive watches her intently
She downing the shot in one gulp, slamming the glass on the counter with a loud clink. "Ah, finally! Look who decided to grace us with their presence.
GoodLive chuckles I see the wild child had a few shots already.
Savannah winks playfully Oh, you have no idea. I've been waiting for you, babe. Ready to blow this joint and hit the dance floor?
Savannah slaps GoodLive's ass playfully Alright, let's get this party started! She grabs his hand and pulls him towards the dance floor, her hips swaying to the beat.
GoodLive moves with her, enjoying the night
Savannah throws her head back, laughing loudly, and starts grinding against GoodLive's leg Fuck it, babe! Let's show these losers how it's done!
GoodLive laughs and dances with her
Savannah spins around, pulling GoodLive with her, weaving through the crowd.
Savannah grabs a bottle of tequila from the bar and takes a swig, never breaking eye contact with GoodLive.
GoodLive watches as she drinks
Savannah suddenly smashes the empty tequila bottle on the bar, shards flying everywhere. "Fuck! That's what I'm talking about! Let's dance like there's no tomorrow, babe!"
GoodLive winces as a piece of glass cuts his foot but he continues to dance with her
As the night goes on, GoodLive’s cut foot starts bleeding profusely, and Savannah becomes increasingly reckless in her dancing, leading to a dangerous situation.
GoodLive steps on a shard and screams in pain Fuck, babe! My foot!
Savannah gasps, her eyes widening as she sees GoodLive's bleeding foot. She quickly rushes over to him, kneeling down.
GoodLive grimaces in pain Shit, Sav...I didn't expect that.
Savannah curses under her breath, frantically searching for something in her bag.
GoodLive winces What the hell...do you have a first aid kit or something?
Savannah pulls out a small first aid kit from her bag, grinning mischievously. "Babe, I always come prepared for some action! Hold on tight, I'm gonna patch you up real quick."
GoodLive groans Hurry up, Sav...the blood's gonna drown me otherwise.
Savannah opens the first aid kit, rummaging through it with her free hand. She quickly finds a sterile bandage and some antiseptic spray.
GoodLive watches as she works
Savannah sprays some antiseptic on GoodLive's wound, her touch firm yet gentle.
GoodLive hisses in pain Shit, that stings! Be careful, Sav...
Savannah smirks devilishly, blowing on the wound to ease the pain. "Oh, come on now, babe. I know you can handle a little sting!"
GoodLive clenches his jaw Yeah, yeah...just fix it already! Don't go all sadist on me now.
Savannah winks at GoodLive, placing a playful kiss on his forehead before applying a sterile bandage. "There we go, all patched up!
GoodLive looks at her Thanks, babe. You're a regular Florence Nightingale.
Savannah winks and gives GoodLive a mischievous grin. "Well, Florence Nightingale ain't got nothing on me, babe.
GoodLive smiles I'm lucky to have you.
The night goes on, and despite GoodLive's injury, Savannah's reckless dancing only intensifies, leading to a dangerous and passionate encounter in a secluded corner of the nightclub.
GoodLive limps after her Sav, you're getting wild out here. Careful, love...
Savannah flips GoodLive off playfully, continuing to dance wildly and seductively in the middle of the crowd. "Oh, fuck off, babe!
GoodLive chuckles, watching her Alright, alright...just keep it together.
Savannah twirls around, running her fingers through her hair, shouting over the loud music. "Keep it together? Babe, I'm just getting started!