Roman
Elena had never felt so confident as she did now. She felt free and powerful, like she was on top of the world, especially considering how all the men here wanted to grab a piece of her.
She was a queen now, and just like she wanted, she successfully brought everyone to their knees, despite the hellish pain of the fall. But the adrenaline kept her going, and the testosterone that permeated the room was so strong that she almost choked on it.
But she didn't care; she wanted it anyway. And the DJ understood the atmosphere, too, because he played the music again, even when it was already coming to an end. The crowd was delighted with her, and no one wanted the fun to end anytime soon.
She knew that I was watching her, and I didn't care. This song was dedicated to me anyway, so I had
