Half naked bodies danced around me, the music, ever so loud pulsed in my ears. The sprinklers overhead were ready to spray raindrops onto the whirling crowd underneath.
Cuss-Bert danced, lost in the music - they seemed to be riding high on extasy. As I called out, they stopped, and everything slowed down. Time itself lost it's balance, if only for a moment to recalibrate, but I noticed the tear. The Black Iris was just another place for the bugs to appear. I reached out to grab it, but a sudden jolt of energy pushed me back. The men dancing in the crowd looked up from their trance, and noticed me.
They gathered around, as if attracted, showing off their chests, their muscles, their rock hard manhoods. I tried to get away from them, but they followed me, thrusting their bodies in my way,
