Mabel Shot Part 2

" I need to get out of here! — I murmur in shock, raising my hand to cover my breasts immediately, feeling them throb and become sensitive beneath the fabric.
I look embarrassed at the people on the other side of the hall and feel grateful that they’re all focused, watching whatever is happening in the center of the room. I let out a low sigh and raise my face towards the railing of the upper floor, and I feel my gratitude quickly fade as soon as my eyes land on the one person in the entire hall whose head is turned directly in my direction. It doesn't take much to see a man of that size standing near the railing, hands in his pockets, wearing a bronze goat mask. I feel exposed, not in the way of clothing, but in soul, as if he knows about the old demons I carry within me that are awakening far too quickly. I feel ashamed to be caught like this. I quickly pull my hands away from my breasts and try to disguise it, as if I’m just adjusting the strap, but it’s clear how my breasts have perked up and become aroused beneath the fabric, the nipples standing out like two beacons screaming that I’m turned on.
" Shit! — I shrug my shoulders and breathe quickly, averting my eyes from my watcher.
" What’s wrong? — Macro asks, lowering his eyes to me.
" Macro, I think it’s that moment when I look for my coat and leave — I tell him, standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, turning to figure out how I can exit this place without retracing my steps.
" But...
" This place isn’t for me, Macro! — I take a step forward, stretching my head around to look for any nearby signs that read “emergency exit.”
The lights go out completely, plunging the place into darkness, freezing me in place. I can only hear the whistles and shouts around us.
" Damn! — I curse quietly, turning around and trying to understand what happened.
" Mabel! — I hear Macro call my name. My eyes get glued when a spotlight suddenly shines in the center, illuminating only the blonde woman with the redhead and the man who’s fucking her.
" You shouldn’t have brought me here... — I close my eyes and shake my head, feeling the old euphoria rise within me, the tingling on my skin, anxiety taking hold.
"You can, look at me! — Macro pulls me closer to him, holding my face in his hand. — Here you don’t have to be afraid of being what you are...
I open my eyes and stare at him, biting my lips. I shake my head at him. I look around and see everyone getting agitated as eight women dressed in sheer white silk and wearing flower crowns begin to emerge from the crowd, holding yoga mats. They form a circle around the people in the center and throw the mats on the ground.
" Come on, come over here! — Macro holds my hand, pulling me closer to him. — The muses are going to choose the tributes of the regalia.
" Muses? — I look lost at the women, who dance enticingly to the low song that begins to play in the hall.
" The girls, they will choose tributes — Macro whispers in my ear and rests his chin on my shoulder. — The dance they’re doing is a rehearsal of the original pagan festival that the forest nymphs held for the ancient god Lupercus, as he was known among the Romans. For the Greeks, he was Pan, a creature half-man and half-goat. The people chosen by them will be taken to the center, where they’ve thrown the mats, and will wait for the gifts they’ll receive from the councilors.
" Okay, okay, that's enough! — I shake my head, turning my eyes back to Macro. — This is getting stranger by the second. First, I thought we were in a slaughterhouse, then in an explicit art exhibition, not to mention the orgy happening there, in the middle of that crowd, which I still don’t understand, and now you tell me a pagan ritual is about to happen for a god I’ve never heard of?! " I say, quietly, hurriedly, looking nervously at him. — Oh my God, Macro! What the hell are you getting into... I knew you were involved with fanatics!
Macro bursts into laughter at my state of confusion and holds my face, shaking my arms while he laughs.
" Breathe, Mabel, just breathe! — Macro says, still laughing, leaving me more lost at how he finds my state amusing. — No one here is doing a ritual, you crazy! It’s just a performance, something to awaken the guests’ sexuality. I didn’t bring you into some cult or brotherhood; the most that will happen soon is a lot of people fucking in every corner of this hall.
" You just mentioned that Pan!
" Because he was very virile and an insatiable lover who loved orgy parties, as told in his stories, Pan became associated with virility and sex, you see? It’s just theater...
" With all due respect, Macro, this does not seem like a Shakespeare play to me! — I turn my face and look at the women dancing a few meters away, rubbing their breasts with their hands.

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