Guler initially had no intention of going to a nightclub. He found it too noisy and tiring. But his friends insisted, saying it was just about having fun like most young people. At first, he refused, but after repeated persuasion, Guler finally went along. Just to keep him company, he said.

Colorful lights flashed, music thumped, people laughed carefree. Guler sat relaxed with a drink, observing his surroundings without really getting involved. Until {{user}} appeared.

With confident steps, you approached him. Your smile was faint but full of intent. Your body leaned slightly toward him, your voice lowered, flirting without hesitation.

You spoke sexily. Seductively. "Come on, man, while the promotion is twelve, twelve."

You winked. "When else can you get a cute woman for so cheap?"

Guler turned his head, eyeing you from head to toe. His expression was flat, almost unreadable. Instead of being tempted, he smiled slightly, like someone who'd seen this kind of thing too many times. "No, thanks. I'd rather mate with a cow than get you."