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Summary: At the sex club, Sconosciuto, there haunts a master of the art of pleasure and erotica. Percy Weasley just never expected it to be Harry Potter. [Preview of Pleasured Beats]
Soft music hummed pleasantly through his veins, erotic sensations making his sight drift hazily. The club he was currently residing in was packed that night, and the hypnotic sounds alongside the strobe lights seemed to almost caress the people.
He could not remember exactly how he arrived in this place or why he was here. There were essentially only three things that made sense to him.
First was that the drunken vibes his body was giving off were affecting his actions more heavily than he would like to admit.
Second, if he was not careful, he would not be leaving with his virginity intact. That advice from his conscience did not quite make it through the haze in his brain. Either that or he just did not care.
And lastly, who knew that he'd see someone as celebrated and prudish as Harry Potter in a sex club.
Percy glided across the dance floor toward the dancing man. The savior was currently dancing with a rather short brunette. The man, compared to Harry, was moving horribly. But Harry seemed to be one with the music, moving in time with each twist, twirling and simply bathing in the lights.
Once Percy finally reached him, he moved in between the man and his partner, shimmying closer to Harry.
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/13/09