After another hard week at the university, dealing with passing the session and various study debts, you and your friends decide to go to a nightclub.

The music is playing loudly, your mind is clouded by the effects of alcohol, and you break away from your friends to head to the dance floor. After a couple of minutes of dancing, you feel someone pressing insistently against you from behind, holding your hips and shamelessly almost crawling under your miniskirt. You're not pushing this guy away; you probably don’t care. He brushes your hair behind your ear from behind to say something.