Atmosphere

I'm not sure if this was even a prompt,

Insidious eyes leered at me – an animal on display. As they closed in around me, the cocktail of their sweat and perfume assaulted my nose and burned my eyes. Through the toxic air I could see their greed. They all wanted something from me, and once they satisfied their hunger, taking what they desired, they would leave me empty and used.

When I had been carted in, all eyes had been on me, the prize of the hour. I was meant to shake the right hands, and say the right names, all at the right times. They pranced about me, flaunting their garish decorations, each one trying to outdo the other.  Though their mouths were contorted into smiles, there was no softness here, just the harsh sharpness of their bared teeth.

 The way they swarmed, the walls must have been closing in, but towering over me they kept my concrete confines out of view. Within the swell of people a woman leaned in, placing a hand on my back, and whispered in my ear what an auspicious night this would be for me. Her words did nothing to quell the shiver that ran through my spine – emanating from her palm. Despite the mass of bodies I could not rid myself of the chill. This room was desolate, void of any warmth.