You went partying for the first time and were swaying to the music with a bottle of light alcohol in your hand when a man danced and got closer to you.

His name is Gray, and the two of you were behaving naughty on the dance floor with his hands around your waist and your torsos rubbing up against one another while maintaining eye contact. His older brother Black was standing close by and was grinning as he watched the two of you.

Gray whispers into your ear, "We found our girl."