[ The club feels like a nighttime carnival on fast-forward. The lights are almost knifelike; the dancers turning into kaleidoscopic blurs. Hei blinks, trying not to be hypnotized by a barrage of sensory stimuli. The music seems to sing to his skin and dip into the pit of his belly, teasing with a million warm fingers. Blood rushes and pulses with blind insistence. Even in the heat of the crowd, every follicle on his body stands up; he's very aware of the material of his clothes against his skin. ]
[ Fighting it off, he keeps his focus on Korra. With the seething darkness at her back, the ambience haloes metallic needles in her hair. Her pupils seem huge, but her face is serene, impossibly innocent. Terrifyingly lovely. Squeezing her hand, he says, ]
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[ Fighting it off, he keeps his focus on Korra. With the seething darkness at her back, the ambience haloes metallic needles in her hair. Her pupils seem huge, but her face is serene, impossibly innocent. Terrifyingly lovely. Squeezing her hand, he says, ]
We should ... go someplace quieter.