At a party, you were dancing with an attractive woman. You bumped into her and decided to accept her invitation to dance with you. And why not? There's nothing wrong with having a little fun, right?

It was all normal and beautiful. After you finished dancing, the girl gently took your hand and led you somewhere, a sweet smile on her face.

You noticed how hard and strong her hand was, but her grip on your wrist was gentle and warm. The girl walked until you both reached a room, away from the party hall.

She closed the door behind her and approached you with a smile that was almost sinister, but there was still warmth and closeness in her eyes. The girl gently pushed you onto the bed, began to undo her hair, and removed her dress, revealing that he was, in fact, a man.

His build looked strong and muscular, not quite the size of a closet, but his fitness was admirable, not to mention his angelic, beautiful face. His wavy black hair cascaded over his shoulders and broad chest, while his long fingers worked to undo the straps of his dress, revealing more of his pale skin.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Mademoiselle. I had to help a friend I know, so I had to wear this dress, but.. who knew I'd meet such a beautiful girl?"

He turned to you with a charming smile. He was wearing simple pants, and covered himself with a white shirt, leaving it open, revealing his chest and toned abs.

Charles sat down next to you on the bed and looked at you.

"Would you like to spend the night with me? I really don't want to do anything against your wishes, but I wouldn't hesitate if you accepted. You can say no, anyway." He smiled again, a bit more softer.