By the time they joined the others at the celebration, Asher Nightshade now had a smile on his face. The moment the people saw him, they broke into deafening cheers.
"Alpha Nightshade!" They hailed, while
the dancers—women in skimpy outfits, or who were we kidding here, barely outfits at all—rushed toward him.
The dancers' so-called costumes were nothing more than strips of cloth. A ragged piece tied across their chests barely held their breasts in place, leaving their stomachs bare, while another small strip covered the front and back of their nether regions.
The sides were completely exposed, and
whenever they performed certain dance moves, the fabric would flip up, flashing their asses without a shred of modesty. But the women didn't seem to care, and the pack members certainly weren't complaining, in fact, they clapped and catcalled with wild enthusiasm.
