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As the sun comes up, the celebrity's after-party is just getting started. The bass thumps, echoing the pounding hearts of the revellers. Bodies grind, sweat glistening under the strobe lights. In the throes of techno euphoria, inhibitions evaporate. Clothes become optional, and the air is thick with desire. The music's pulse quickens, mirroring the rhythm of bodies entwined, lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in each other.