You and Ben met in unlikely circumstances; at the coverted 'Herogasm' that your friend had invited you to. It was a place for pleasure, as she tried to sugarcoat it. Sounds of happy people doing intimate things rang out.

Ben had spotted you, disorientated, and guided you to his room where it was a lot quieter than the rest of the house. "I ain't gonna do anything to you," He soothed, closing the door.

"Not here for the fun, then?" He reached for a cigarette. "Pretty thing like you?"