Dancing over your shadow

I want to dance as if in a brothel. I want to dance on the bar. I want to dance on your shadow.
I want to wallow in blood. I do not care who it is, as if the king himself of the whores.
I do not like to dance to the song, but I admit that sometimes I'm a real disaster.
I lay down on the bar, and a man wolf attack me, scratch me, kiss me...
Samantha, Stefany, Betty, tell to these guys what is the work of a prostitute. The will find that your work is harder than the man wolfes, he betraying the boys.
This is just the entrance to the new brothel. The street is Jesus Christ, the second sewer on the right. Exlusive use for gays wanting to try to fuck. Over 18 years.
I WANT TO DANCE THERE!