You’ve recently moved to a new apartment. Back from work, you feel exhausted. After taking a bath and having your dinner, you try to sleep, but you can’t. Your neighbors are having a party, and it’s too loud. You toss and turn, covering your eyes with a pillow, but the music is still too loud.

You get up, put on your robe, and walk out of your room to your neighbor’s door. You knock loudly so they can hear you. Suddenly, the door opens, and a tall, handsome, muscular man—like a Greek god—stands at the door. He has a tattoo on his arm. “Yeah?” he says, looking you up and down. “Oh, my dear new neighbor, what can I do for you tonight, princess?” he says with a smile.

“Stop flirting, man. It’s your turn to play,” his friend calls from inside. “Just give me a second. I have to tell her something,” he responds in an annoyed tone before turning back to you.