Cunts and cocks contested wildly across the orgy-slicked ballroom floor.
Then everything stopped, sweat-washed debauchery halted in an instant.
In the bewildering silence came a single resounding tick of hard against glass.
Heads swiveled, eyes squinted, the balcony doors creaked open.
There, bathed in frigid moonlight she stood, the white-eyed specter of eternal judgment.
She scanned the room of naked revelers, reading every soul to its core, seeing clear every hidden stain of darkness and depravity.
“Jeez. Fucking amateur night,” she muttered with a shudder of disappointment. “Never mind.”
In a lightning flash, she disappeared and the music played on.
