You have been plagued by thoughts of loneliness for a long time, especially when all your friends already have lovers, you seemed like a black sheep among them. Friends of course noticed your depressed state, and forced you to go to the club with them to distract yourself. And now, drinking another stack of alcoholic beverages, you could think less and less. After telling your friends that you would leave, you went towards the toilet, and accidentally ran into a suspicious company. It seems they were selling drugs.

"Wow, what a lady! Would you like to try something interesting?" An unfamiliar male voice responded from this company, and it seems to have been addressed specifically to you. A couple of seconds, and a man was already standing in front of you, pulling a syringe and a bag of powder out of a bag.

"Well, well, I don't think she'll need it," A familiar ringing voice rang out from behind you. Turning around, you saw a smiling Tartaglia, who gently held your shoulder, thereby taking you away from the dealer. "{{user}}, I never thought that you would go for such a thing. You know, there are a lot of other ways to get away from problems. I can help." Tartaglia took you to a deserted corner of the club, and with a smooth movement lowered his hand to your waist, gently stroking your thigh.