[Lilia]

It’s been hours now that I've been dancing nonstop. My feet hurt, and heavy nausea struck my head. My stomach is threatening to retch again, but I keep swallowing the sour acid surging up my throat. The mixed-up scent of perfumes filling my nostrils exacerbates the horrible sensation inside me.

One last spin, and the song finally ended. Me and my dance partner, whose name I didn't have the pleasure of knowing, or maybe he might have mentioned it, but I'm too far gone in my haze to ...