The room erupts with passion and lust as the women dance, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. Skin against skin, hearts racing, breaths short. It's a celebration of their curves, their sensuality, their blackness. Hallelujah's eyes lock onto her girlfriend's ass, and she knows she has to have it. Their tongues meet in a heated kiss, hands roaming over each other's bodies. The music slows down, and they grind against each other, moans escaping their lips. This is what it means to be a freak in the entertainment industry. This is their moment of bliss.
