​     "Where's that music coming from?" Myanna asked. At least, she assumed it was music. It sure had a beat, and a couple hundred Azurians "danced" to it a few hundred feet from where their group stood. They all faced in the same direction and waved their hands and feet in unison. ​

     "I'm going to go check that out," Myanna said. "Who's coming with me?"

     "I'll go," Skip said. "I'm filling my mug first, though. This stuff's fantastic. Is there any left in that pitcher?"

     "It's like broove was created for no other reason than to be the best thing anyone's ever tasted," Alison said.

​     "Buzz?" Malika inquired.

​     "Yes!" Trevor exclaimed. "I feel like grinning with every gulp."

     "A zing of excitement ran along my spine when I took my first sip," Helen said.

​     No one mentioned yet another effect of the broove, although they all felt it.

     It made every woman's clit and every man's dickhead wake up.

     "We going dancing or what?" Myanna asked.

     Niki and Malika exchanged glances.

     "We need a little private time, first," Niki replied for them both. "Francis said something about private rooms?"

     "That sounds good," Abby said. "You think they're up these stairs here?"

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