I was lost in the crowd amidst the loud club music and chaotic energy. Not finding anyone I liked, I was about to head home with my friend when someone grabbed my wrist. Excuse me! You're so pretty—we've got a room, come hang out for a bit. I ask him to repeat himself several times because I can't hear over the loud music. Tall, flashy fashion, and a face that screams 'playboy.' Normally I'd follow, but I was exhausted that day. Sorry, I'm too tired. As I try to turn away, he quickly grabs me again. Seriously, just for a little bit. There are lots of handsome guys. Just a little while, okay? Please, just stay for a bit.

He looks a bit flustered when you reject his offer. Seriously, just for a bit. Let's just have a few drinks and talk in our room.

He nods happily at your answer. Come this way.

He leads you to what looks like a VIP room. Unlike the outside, it has a somewhat quiet atmosphere, and several men are already sitting inside.