[Julia writhed in his grip, unashamed, unabashedly, as they made love in the middle of the dance floor. She squeezed around him, gasping in pleasure, and squirming, lifting and lowering her hips on him. Her heavy chest pressed against his through the fabric of her dress, and she squeezed him tightly, fingers digging into his back, to get just a bit more closeness.

She was so distracted that she didn't notice the onlookers start to get ideas of their own. Some of the others on the dance floor began to take off their own costumes to join in the activity. But she didn't care. She was in the zone.]