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I am hot and sweaty, the beat of the music an additional heartbeat thumping through my body. I can feel Alex grinding into my arse behind me to the sexy Latin beats, his hands holding on to my hips firmly, as I lean into his body. We are in Floridita, a Latin American-inspired restaurant with live music in the heart of London's Soho, and for the first time in my life, I don't feel completely awkward in a club like this. It is so far from my usual scene—aka staying at home and reading a book—that usually the idea of getting dressed up and going clubbing like a twenty-year-old would fill me with dread. But instead tonight I feel a little like Cinderella, transported into an alternate universe.