My muse starts to grind against your muse. - @surgeonsurvived (can I get, uhhhh, some possessive clay? Maybe someone else is flirting with Phi & he’s not liking it)
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Clay sipped his drink as he watched Ophelia out on the dancefloor. The club wasn’t necessarily his style - more dance music and not a lot of drink variety. But Ophelia wanted to dance so ... Clay wasn’t necessarily big on dancing. Most of the people at the club had seen him arrive with Ophelia so they’d kept their distance but ... Clay’s eyes narrowed as some of the men around Ophelia got a little too close. He downed the rest of his drink and made his way through the club.
In the middle of the club, Ophelia danced around to the music, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on others. Clay pushed through the people and pulled Ophelia close.















