Santanico: A Fictional Narrative
As he rose to his feet, a hint of a smirk toyed with the very corners of her berry red lips. Gradually, she began to move her hips again and found herself in sync with the flow of the music. Santanico ran her hands all through her body, moving her hips slow and sensually, almost hypnotizing, all while glancing at Stefan. She made it seem as if she were pointing to him, signaling him to come closer— to come to her, with the same sultry look she had worn all while dancing.