It was probably the most fun she’d had naked without having sex.
Well, mostly naked. The school had given the slaves the option to wear underwear and while she didn’t care too much about being naked in public anymore, she’d rather not be washing paint out of her vagina in the morning. But that didn’t stop the rigor with which she was beating on the paint covered drums, living her best Miss Congeniality life and riding on an edible. The bass seemed to thrum in time with her heartbeat, the sticks falling on the drums out of time with it - but she was doing her best.
Rowan laughed brightly until some of the paint she was happily and furiously playing with landed in her mouth. Eyes wide, mouth wider, she turned to the person next to her and tried not to swallow the substance coating her tongue. “They wouldn’t wet us pway wit’ it if it was hoxic, wight?”
A rager was just what Alfie needed, he’d been at home, studying and running his shop for too long now- not to mention because he now lived where he worked he barely had a reason to leave his building anymore. So getting out and doing something was a big bonus- and yes technically he was still kind of working- the edibles weren’t going to sell themselves after all- he was having a blast.
Sure, he was a master now, but that didn’t mean he had to stay completely clothed while everyone else was, and he didn’t, he had taken his shirt off and was dancing with the rest of the party, enjoying himself when he heard someone shout to him. “What?” he whipped off his sunglasses and looked over at the girl- he knew he knew her, probably from the cells, but he didn’t think he’d ever spoken to her before.
His chest and face were splattered with paint, but he didn’t care, he was having too much fun to give a shit, and as a slave walked by with a tray of shots he took two off of the tray and handed one to the girl. “Here!” he shouted over the music with a grin. “Bottoms up!”
