A lust, a beast a night!

The curtains down, lights dimmed, luxury classy furnitures all around and a chill air blowing out of the air conditioners they set the plot. The daunting smell of spirit, the marooned crowd with lust brimming out of their eyes blinding them of anything but lust, raw lust. The frustration oozing out of their faces filled empty pours of the hall. The red-blue-stinking-with-spirit hall.
The almost nude fair bodyies moved in the loud noise, the dark music. They moved to the satisfy the lusty eyes transfixed at them. They moved up and down, round and round to meet the frustration, to gulp it down their bared dangling flesh. Stains of sins engraved into them, on to the skins. Their eyes filled with again lust, lust for money. The lust of flesh and the lust of money enriched the whole moment, little too prolonged to bear. The bargains for night began, the bodies are owned momentarily by the paying beast. And they, the fair dangling fleshes submitted there flesh, soul to the beasts. All that began with spirit, smoke, light, money, lust and a dark beast will end. Will end in some hours.
All this will end in a gloomy room left with untidy bed sheets, wiped out stains of semen, a dark smell of alcohol and smoke, a abandoned used glass left with little wine, a mark of cosmetics and a set of lost soul. A lust of flesh satisfied by a lust for money. No love, no desire, no existence. Just a set of sins committed over long lost guilts. The whole plot is set again, the whole scene taking place exactly the same way over again the next day, with the rise of the moon.