A little drunk, elated, excited with the heady party swirling around her, Nancy had a gut-feeling and knew, intuitively, that something was going to happen. She looked about her. This was no ordinary gathering. It was very subtle, but it was there.
It was the people. Nancy let herself be pushed by the crowd, feeling bodies all around her, seeing faces emerge from the swirl and disappear again. It was the people. All the women were young, her age, and all of them were attractive. The men were generally older, but still handsome. People were dressed just a trifle too stylishly, a little too loosely. One girl, wearing an Indian headband, was obviously not wearing a brassiere. Nancy took in her cool, wicked good looks as she went by.
"She's in the movie," a voice said in her ear. "I hear she's out of sight."
Nancy frowned. They way everyone was dressed and… more than that… the loose, almost insolent way so many people were acting… the way men and women pawed one another. She looked around her for a face she would recognize. "Say, what's the name of this film we're going to see?" she asked suddenly, her instincts coming to life under the constant barrage of suggestive sights.
A man, shouldering by with his hands full of drinks, paused and eyed Nancy before saying, "It's called, Scorpio Sex Rites."
Nancy opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the man was gone, already lost in the crowd. Nancy twisted around, feeling one of her breasts crushed against a man's arm. She couldn't see anyone she knew. She tried to go against the flow of the crowd and she saw she was working her way to where Rita stood laughing with several men. Tom, a drink in one hand, was a few feet away, shaking hands with someone who looked important. She got to Rita's side and leaned to talk in her ear. "Rita… I mean… what kind of a movie is this premiere we're going to see?"