Calling Sister Midnight; I'm an Idiot for You.
'Sister Midnight' is playing. The girl wearing nothing but high-quality leather binding over the most necessary places and knee-high boots with six-inch heels --that still don't make her very tall -- looks lost in the dance. And oh, does Minnie love to dance, but she's not as entranced as, say, most of the people with their eyes on her.
She's watching. Watching the dazzle and flow of energy throughout the club. And then out of the office comes a particularly lovely light. As usual, he's like the sun coming out from between the clouds.
As the song ends, she's very still for a bit while she still has so much attention on her. At least no one will lay a hand on her. It doesn't take long to make clear that she's picky about that when it's not convenient to avoid being picky.
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