True watched with jaded eyes and a secret smile. That one, he would be hers. Intoxicated, power flowing she focused. He dropped the hand of his partner meeting True’s eyes, bowing his head, submission in his every movement. Yes, he would be hers before the end of the night.

The season’s last revelry, the affluent of the city snap up tickets to a night of well-contained folly. Unbeknownst to them, this night will be different, this night the well-heeled are visited by Bacchus himself, their party spilling into the streets of the city, embracing the true meaning of bacchanalia.

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This week’s word is Intoxicated. The word limit is 100 words. This one comes in at 99.

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