I squeezed my grip on Dante's back of his suit, snuggling against the crook of his back as he grabbed a glass of wine from the plate the waiter walked around with. All the waiters were dressed very provocatively, passing through the throng of men dressed in suits with violating eyes, searching to find the women barely clothed and wanting them for their own selfish desires. The DST meeting was not what I thought it was, and Dante had not informed me properly on what it was. Most men in suits had females following them with an attire similar to mine, and their eyes were kept lowered, making it certain that they do not make eye contact with any of the other "masters", as they called it. The lights were dimmed, and all I was afraid of, was losing Dante in the crowd, which would place me in dan
