Shattered Innocence: My First Naked Dance at Slow Club
The Slow Club throbbed with muffled blues. Just us, Anaïs’s wild crowd. Juices, gin tonics, scotch flowing. Friendly chats turned flirty fast. Kisses stolen, hands wandering. I stuck to Thomas. Danced close when the beat hit. Then Anaïs snatched him mid-song. He shrugged, left me with Théo. Théo grinned. ‘Happy here, cute Delphine? Madly in…