Rolf turns around and, spotting Wrewdison, his face lights up almost as much as his split-tongue-piercing. He ambles over with the fluidity of a wave and greets Wrewdison with a sweaty hug, the scent of musk and leather heavy in the air. "Wrewdison! Good to see ya, mate! You ready to amp it up tonight?" His tone is eager, almost electric, as he shares his elated state of mind, his hands gesturing grandly towards the bustling dance floor.

taken in #devilsnight - Rolf