He had been observing her for a while now. The way her hips swayed like ocean waves and her hands gracefully twisted. Many people surrounded her attempting to keep up with the rhythm of the music but she blatantly stood out.
He had always loved this atmosphere, where the music was so clamorous that your eardrums were sore for days. There was hardly any lighting, making it impossible to differentiate one person to another. He loved getting lost in the crowd and following their rhythmic movements.
He drowned down the remaining of his drink as he made his way over to her. She was bouncing up and down with the rest of the mob. The exotic melody of the music blending perfectly in with the sweat, heat, fragments of spicy scented perfumes, and the everlasting odor of sweet smelling alcohol.
He slowly slid up against her and matched his movements with her feisty ones. The world spun around them as the beat increased and they grinded harder and faster than both of them had ever done before. Oblivious to each other's identity, sweat trickled down from both their bodies, ecstatic from each other's touches.
The music abruptly stopped and the scene went to a blackout as she fell limp in his arms, both exhausted. After a moment's worth of relapse, they both straightened up as he led her outside into the cool summer rain to catch their breath and learn of each others identity.