PLUR

She enters the club, the smoky darkness envelopes her as the beat of the music vibrates through her body. Colored lights flash periodically in her direction as she pushes through the throng of dancers. Not sure what she is doing here, she searches the faces of everyone who passes, searching for that one person who will release her from this. The cares of the outer world cloud her mind until she is sought out by one. One individual, leading her out to the dance floor. Shaking off the sludge of modern society, she dances. Something grows inside her as her body sways and grinds to the flow of the harmonic rhythms. This something; tangible, primitive, hedonistic, sexual. She writhes her body in tune, becoming one with the others as the desire grows strong. An orgy of freeform that takes her to another level of existance...until...the dawn breaks, taking the mystery out of the shadows, the smoke clears to bring on the day. A day fueled by the desires to return to the night..

Such is the life of a raver....such is the life of PLUR