The air was thick with body heat radiating off the people. Petite girls I am familiar from school carried trays filled with different kinds of drinks, wearing black and white skirts with check shirt were roaming around, offering them with a dirty smile. The amount of clothes covering them left little for the imagination.
Destruction, I wondered. These teenagers are on the wrong path, surrendering to the Satan and the worldly attractions, drowning their heads in alcohol, letting it control them when in reality they should be controlling it.
I weaved through the sea of people, careful not to attract any unnecessary attention. The stench of alcohol stimulated bile to rise in my throat, but I held my ground, and made my way towards the carpeted staircase that would lead me to him.
My pray
