Carte Blanche

The night ended in the most sordid of ways. It was inevitable, really, that you would be knuckle deep inside Wonyoung not even an hour after fooling around with Rei and Liz. Sex was in the air, to put it mildly. A party crammed full of young adults with more money than sense and copious amounts of alcohol in their system. It was a pit of hormones, mixed with ridiculous amounts of ego, doused in disco lights and topped off with pulsing music. It created the most self-obsessed and ostentatious smoothie.

Drink yourself full and hope not to choke on the glitter.

Some of them would become the most powerful, richest and most recognisable people in the country, and yet it looked like any old college party, just with designer dresses and a higher grade of liquor.

The sex. Oh, the sex. It hung in the air like a mist, permeating through every movement. The whole room was teeming with a carnal and relentless heat. A constant flurry of wandering and roaming hands. Intimacies and illicit acts took place all over. It plumed out of the dance floor like a mushroom cloud of debauchery.

So to say it was inevitable, well, it feels like an understatement. But this isn't a story about sex, it's about consequences, or lack thereof.