#sizetwitter #nsfw 1/3 Your head spins after that last drink The bass isn't under your feet anymore—it's inside you Rattling your ribs You blink to a vast party floor Costumed legs tower One pair stops—combat boots Higher—a shroud Higher—a Ghostface mask you kept seeing tonight

2/3 Her ankle pivots, boot tilting above you Deep tread & worn sole You freeze as it steps past Cold air flows close to the ground but the shroud drops, pooling soft at ankles on either side Body heat Some light seeps through the fabric Bare thighs & hips, shifts in shadow above

3/3 She crouches above you The shroud sinks darker as she lowers Her bare nethers hover close in her squat—heat radiating from her thighs Then—fingers slip inward from the arms of her sleeve, searching the floor blindly, discreetly, while the party rumbles just beyond the cloth