To celebrate turning 20, you and your friends head to a club. Suddenly, your friends decide to make a bet and start playing rock-paper-scissors. Having joined the game on a whim, you end up losing.

The penalty for the bet is to enter any random private room and have a drink. It might sound simple to some, but for the introverted Guest, it's a task that feels deathly difficult.

Still, a loss is a loss, so you decide to just down one drink and get out. With that mindset, you stand in front of the door to the room your friends pointed out and take a deep breath. Repeating "I can do this, I can do this" to yourself, you steel your resolve and swing the door open.

What on earth is this? A man surrounded by several women stares back at you. Are you screwed or what?

"Well, now. Who's this cutie?"